In this week’s column, Val, mum of Mirror columnist and football legend Robbie Savage, explains why Wrexham is the best place on the planet and advises all guests at Brooklyn Beckham’s wedding to pack a packet of peanuts …
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Brooklyn Beckham’s wedding looks extravagant. Rows of marquees have been set up, guard dogs are patrolling and I bet there will be all kinds of fancy dresses and fancy food.
Our Robert has always loved David, as they were both in the 92 class at Manchester United. My late husband, Colin, loved chatting with his mum and dad – they seem like lovely people.
For the Beckhams and Brooklyn’s bride-to-be, money isn’t an issue, so it’s probably normal that they spend so much money on a wedding.
But for me, the vows are always the most important thing in a marriage. When you can really feel the couple’s love and feel that everyone in the room wishes them a happy life, that’s what makes for a stunning wedding – not the size of the ice sculpture or the amount of champagne at the pressure.
Weddings always bring me back to the big day of Colin and I, when I wore a mini dress with a floppy hat because it was the era of Mary Quant style. Colin was wearing a brown suit and a kipper tie which he said was green and I joked that he was color blind. Years would prove he really was, and I still have no idea how he ever played snooker.
We had our reception in a room above a pub opposite my parents’ house. Everyone knew us from when we were knee high, and until my two sons were born, it was the best day of my life.
Our first night as husband and wife was at my aunt’s flat in Wrexham. But the guests had sneaked in before us and as soon as we pulled back the sheets we found long rows of apples all strung together.
Attending a wedding feels like a little vacation, when you wear your Sunday best and spend a night in a hotel.
And there is always one highlight that I always look forward to: the food. I wish the photographs hurry so that we can get the pie out.
I’ve learned over the years to keep a small packet of KP nuts in my purse at weddings. When I ask everyone at the table if they would like some nuts from the sea bass, they always refuse. But when I offer mine around but they never refuse. They’re just little bags, so by the time it comes to me, there are about three nuts at the bottom.
So, I wish the best to Brooklyn Beckham. And to the VIP guests: don’t forget your peanuts.
Why Wrexham is the best place
Wrexham is on the shortlist to be named City of British Culture 2025.
I do not understand why. If the judges visit now, they will find most shops closed and only pound or charity shops remain. It was a pretty town, but it went pot.
Still, it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t seem the most scenic location. Because if the judges care about scratching the surface of Wrexham and really getting to know the people here, I have no doubt they will love the place as much as I do.
No one here can do with people who are all in fur coats and no panties. We don’t all meet in a fancy cafe to talk about books – we meet on the football pitch every weekend. And everyone here watches over each other.
My friend Rob called me to mow my lawn since I lost Colin ten years ago, and this week he brought his wife Sonia with him so we could chat while he worked.
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Shortly after they left, Rob rang my doorbell to deliver me a dinner of liver and onions, which I had mentioned was my favorite. He said: “Sonia noticed that you were sore on your legs and eating ready meals because you can’t stand in front of the oven for long.”
Such kindness made me feel full. And I felt the same when a man rushed out of the GP’s office when they saw me struggling to get out of Janet’s car to offer her my arm and say, ‘Can you manage, darling?
Wrexham is a place where everyone is welcome, where children’s bikes can be left without chains outside and everyone says hello and would have a good old talk if you have time.
This is the very essence of Wrexham and its people. And that’s why, for me, it’s the best place on earth, whether we win culture city or not.
Ender an era for soaps
The news of June Brown’s death really moved me.
Even though I stopped watching EastEnders years ago, I loved Dot Cotton with her fag hanging out the side of her mouth.
Brilliant actors like June made soap operas successful because they created real characters.
June and I share a vision of life: it’s no use worrying about tomorrow because we may not be alive, so enjoy today.
I’ll give Chris a stick
On our show Robert’s Radio 5 Live, Chris Sutton loves to cheer him up.
Chris assumed that Scotland would qualify for the World Cup matches to face England, even if Wales are just as lucky.
The patriotic side of me came out roaring like a dragon. So I told Rob to tell Chris that if he’s making fun of Wales again, I should put my cane where the sun doesn’t shine.
Will was stupid… i would have him backstage
I’m still amazed that Will Smith slapped Chris Rock at the Oscars.
Demonstrating the violence in front of a global audience was completely wrong.
If I had been in the theater and someone had made a hurtful remark about a member of my family, I would have waited until I was backstage to say, “Excuse me, what you you said was not nice at all.
Then I would have slapped him.
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I may be the only person in the world who doesn’t have a smart phone. And I have no intention of buying one. I have an old fashioned mobile that can text and make calls and that’s it. The clock always shows an hour behind and I wouldn’t bother changing it even if I knew how. I appreciate anything that makes me feel even a little younger.
If you would like to contact Val, email [email protected] or write to Val Savage, PO Box 7290, E14 5DD. The Mirror donates to the Alzheimer Society in lieu of payment.