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This programme contains some strong language
This is all for the name of love.
12 gallant grooms...
..are taking control.
-With 12 grand apiece.
-Give it to me!
And just three weeks to organise a wedding.
-They're more daring...
-Why are we here!
-Why has he done this?
-..and more outrageous than ever before.
-Is that a joke?
-Will the glass slipper fit?
-Oh, my word.
-Will true love conquer all?
-Horrid, horrid, horrid.
Oh, my God, it's going to be on a beach.
And will there be a fairy tale ending?
I don't like it!
-Is it the right ring?!
-Turn that camera off.
-Or just a damsel in distress?
-Wishes do come true.
Sometimes they don't...
Tonight, the stage is set
-as DJ Louis...
-..plans the gig of his life
for bride-to-be Zindzi.
Way too much bling.
But while she dreams of a
-posh country affair.
-Louis is tied to his city-boy roots.
This place is perfect.
Can this chilled-out groom...
-I'm top dog, for once.
-..keep his cool?
I ain't got rings... Right think, think, think.
-Or will there be murder on the dance floor.
-Why are we here?!
What the hell on earth is this?
This programme contains some strong language.
Young lovers Zindzi and Louis
were just 22 when they locked eyes on the dance floor
a couple of years ago.
We met in a nightclub in Shoreditch.
I noticed him in the middle of the dance floor and I was absolutely
amazed by his moves.
I was trying to get your attention, I guess.
But it wasn't just Louis' dancing that caught Zindzi's eye.
Lou had a briefcase and I was quite intrigued.
The reason why I had a briefcase -
I was off to a gig I was playing afterwards.
I'm a DJ.
I had my CDs and my headphones.
-He asked if I wanted to come along.
-And, yeah, look at us now.
-The rest is history.
And their history together took a romantic turn when
Louis' DJ career left Zindzi with a big choice.
It was only a couple of months after we met
and I was off to Ibiza to DJ for the season.
Yeah, he asked me to tag along.
Which I thought was a ridiculous idea at the time
cos as if I was going to pack up my job and jet off to Ibiza
with briefcase boy! Who I'd only known for a couple of months.
The more Lou grew on me - I thought, "Maybe this is my chance
"to do something spontaneous." I don't do spontaneous things.
I really like, sort of stability and routine.
So, receptionist Zindzi quit her job to jet off with Louis, and with that
one spontaneous act the wheels of love started to turn.
Ibiza was amazing.
-It definitely brought us a really close bond.
-Yeah, it did.
But the summer of love had to end.
And back in the UK, Zindzi had reservations.
Our relationship has
been built on this paradise life of sun, sea, sand and partying
and now we're back home and it was a major reality check.
I was worried about the DJing all hours
and I wondered how I'd be able to keep up with you.
I guess that was when I came up with my masterplan to transform Lou
into my ideal man.
I just needed to calm him down a little.
Gently force him to get a 9-5 job!
And Louis feels it's a change for the better.
I was a wild child growing up.
I'd be going out Friday night and then coming home Monday morning
as my mum was on her way to work.
My family are very happy. They think I'm a changed man since I met Zindzi
and they love her to the moon and back.
Yeah, they've certainly welcomed me with open arms.
And Zindzi's positive influence has inspired Louis to help others.
As well as DJing, I also work as a mentor for 16 to 21 year olds,
getting them back into employment.
I love it as well cos it's also me inspiring young people to get back on their feet.
I like that they look at me as a role model.
The couple live in North London with Zindzi's mum, Jo Jo.
And at just 24 years old they have strong beliefs why marriage is
the right move for them.
My parents divorced when I was quite young.
Both of us grew up in single parent families.
And it means a lot to us to sort of have
the security of marriage before settling down and starting a family.
Craving stability, Zindzi's keen to put down some roots.
My mum travelled a lot.
She didn't see having children as a restriction.
We lived in Italy for a few years. We lived in Jamaica.
We moved around so much and I think my grandparents house
in Oxford is, sort of, the constant home that I've had.
It's always been there and I love having that as a sort of retreat.
So I suppose for that reason, Oxford really means a lot to me.
But the green fields of Oxfordshire are a world away for city-boy Louis.
Yeah, I'm born and bred in South London.
Very close here with all my family.
London, for me,
is home and I could never see myself living anywhere else.
I've attempted so many times to teach Lou about the wonders of...
-..nature and whatever you go on about.
-He's too into his trainers.
He doesn't like a bit of mud to get on him.
He hates the flies. "Oh, my God, the grass is too long. It's too muddy."
I don't know. It's just not for me.
I'm a city boy really.
I'm a Londoner.
A country girl and a city boy, what could possibly go wrong?
My ideal wedding would be traditional, really sophisticated
and really classy.
I want this wedding to recreate the first time that me
and Zindzi met.
I'd love for it to be somewhere in Oxfordshire, where my family are.
I don't think Zindzi wants to go back to Oxford.
I would like our wedding to be in a nightclub and in London.
A beautiful country manor with beautiful rolling lawns.
It's going to have music, entertainment, break-dancing,
club anthems. It's going to be a huge party.
Lou is completely laid back and almost too laid back
and this is like the ultimate chance for Lou to prove that he's
capable of making serious decisions.
If I got it wrong it would always for the rest of my life
be in the back of my mind, "Oh, I let her down on her wedding day."
If Lou doesn't get this right he will absolutely know about it
and so will everybody else.
It's one grudge, I have to say, I will hold for ever.
It's time for Zindzi and Louis to say their goodbyes.
-Ain't you going to help?
I'm not helping you to pack cos I don't want you to go.
I don't want to go either, baby, but it's going to be worth it.
It's all becoming really real now.
I'm not going to see you for 21 days.
That's...21 times longer than I've ever not seen you before.
I'm going to miss you so much.
I can't even explain how much I'm going to miss you.
I can't believe this is happening, I feel like changing my mind.
-I love you so much.
-I love you too.
I love you.
See you soon.
The biggest day of
Zindzi's life is now in Louis's hands.
It's just like the longest time we
ever will have been apart.
I don't know how I'm going to cope with it
but I know he'll do a good job for me.
It's really hit me hard that I'm not going to see my baby for over
I feel like a lost ship. It's only been not even five minutes
and I can't even explain...
It's going to be hard but it's going to be all
worth it in the end.
For the next three weeks Louis will be returning
south of the river to the home he grew up in and staying with the other
woman in his life.
-His mum, Alison.
-You all right?
Yeah, welcome back.
Well, how's it feel like coming back home?
It's good to be back south of the river where I belong.
A married man.
My baby. It is really important, especially with Zindzi being a young bride
so you've got to make sure you get it all right for her, cos...
you know, it is...
-it is something you should only do once.
So, you need to get it right.
And to help get it right, there's one more person.
Louis's best friend and DJ pal, Ben.
-Lou open up, mate, it's your partner in crime.
Three weeks of freedom, mate, get your party on.
I'm Ben and I'm Lou's best man.
He's my best friend and I couldn't ask for anyone better
than to have a friend like Ben.
I've, basically known Lou all my life. We were in the same class
from the beginning in primary school all the way up to college.
I wouldn't even consider having anyone else as my best man but Ben.
He's like my brother ,really.
Louis and Ben,
aka, The Tec Twins are a successful international DJ duo but a love for
music is not the only thing the boys share.
Where do I start with these tattoos?!
-We were playing in Turkey.
-On the way back to the hotel
-we passed a tattoo parlour.
-Decided to get matching tattoos.
-The next morning when we woke up...
there was blood all over my pillow.
He screamed out - "Lou, I think I've got a henna tattoo
"gone wrong cos it's not rubbing off."
And I looked at Lou, he'd got exactly the same tattoo.
A lot of the time, I've had people come up to me thinking Ben and me were a couple.
We both regret it.
Let's hope this couple don't regret taking on
the most important gig they've ever had to plan.
London to Ibiza!
I'm thinking of transforming a warehouse into Ibiza.
-Could be done.
-I fell in love with Zindzi in Ibiza
so it's romantic as well as symbolising us.
I want Ibiza...in London...in the warehouse transformed...
me and Zindzi...we're in love again.
-Sounds good to me, mate.
-Let's get some rough ideas.
-Palm trees is a must.
-Yeah, definitely sand.
-Bucket and spade...is it...? No?
-Spades...? In Ibiza?
Hadn't thought of that?
With an Ibiza-themed wedding and only three weeks to organise it,
let's hope chilled-out Louis isn't working on island time.
To get away from life without her man, Zindzi has retreated to
Oxfordshire and together with mum, granny Annie, cousin Hanna
and bridesmaid and Ben's girlfriend, Charlotte
they are visiting beautiful Eynsham Hall for a glimpse of what could be.
-Oh, my God!
It is absolutely beautiful.
This 19th-century stately home is
one of Oxfordshire's premiere wedding venues.
What do you reckon?
-Can you see yourself walking down the aisle here?
It's so beautiful
This is just a dream, it's so perfect and lovely.
Good to dream.
I can absolutely imagine myself getting married here.
I'd love it.
And everyone would just walk in and say "Wow!"
Try walking up the aisle, Zindzi, see how you feel.
Just walk slowly and elegantly.
-And should I be greeting everybody?
-You'll be so uninterested in anyone apart from Louis.
This is so much more beautiful than I even expected it to be
that it's just raised my expectations even higher.
-Oh, that's dangerous.
-I hope they realise how important the actual
venue is cos they might just pick any old place and then
-try and do it up really nicely inside.
But that's not going to cut it for me.
I think if...I pulled up outside some...I don't know, some pub
or some industrial-estate warehouse I'd just refuse to get out the car.
Well, a girl can dream.
As DJs, Louis and Ben are used to pubs and industrial-estate warehouses.
Still, they'll go to more effort than that for
Zindzi's big day, won't they?!
Just like home ain't it.
BOTH: Just like home.
I like the bus -
proper London, isn't it?
Yes, it's a warehouse, in the heart of London's trendy
clubbing district, Shoreditch.
Wow, it's good. Look at this. Massive.
Look at that feature, it's wicked, mate.
It's a bit of me. Definitely a bit of me.
It's perfect spacing. Perfect spacing.
Yes, it's perfect, Louis, but not necessarily for a wedding.
Have the palm trees and then you've got Ibiza.
-Smoke cannons, lights.
-No, I'm proper pleased.
Hang on. Smoke cannons!
Know what I want there, straightaway I'm already seeing
a massive pink sunset, with the white at the back.
It will look beautiful, romantic as well, as well as the theme.
Party of the year/wedding.
Shouldn't that be wedding of the year/party?
Yeah, man, I'm really happy.
It's even got an upstairs bit, that's great.
-That should be VIP.
-That's actually really good, that's a great idea.
Get a bouncer and a rope - "You're not coming up."
Just what every wedding needs, a bouncer. One in one out.
It's not exactly perfect, though, is it?
-For me, this place is perfect.
-Oh! Apparently it is.
Back at Eynsham Hall, the girls have stepped outside to enjoy some of the
three thousand acres of rolling parklands and manicured gardens.
Ah, it's so beautiful.
This idyllic country setting is perfect for any
I wanted somewhere with big gardens that were accessible.
There's loads of places for people to
go off and have...
-I love it, I just want to run free.
-Run down the lawn.
Look at it, it just goes on and on for ever and ever.
It's just lovely.
Ah, it's very lovely. Anyway, back to the warehouse.
It's the very first venue the boys have seen, and they're sold.
Time to talk cash with the manager.
Nice to meet you.
In terms of capacity... what are we looking at?
-300? That's perfect.
Behind that door is like a second studio.
Are we allowed to decorate this place?
-You could pretty much do anything...
-..so long as you're
not hurting any animals or...
Terms of price for both rooms...?
Both spaces...I can probably do it for...
5,000 plus VAT. That's inclusive of everything you see in here.
Five. That's steep.
-What's the best deal you could do for us?
Young bucks like yourselves...
I would take off 30% for you guys.
That works out around about three and a half plus VAT.
-That's the best you could do, 30%?
Oh, man, I'm like scraping the barrel here!
I think it's got to be, we've done it.
-Done it, right, thanks.
Thank you, we will be in contact.
OK, boys, you've looked at one empty room and booked it for a
OK, two empty rooms.
Oh, well, at least it's got a wedding licence!
I love this venue, it ticks all the boxes.
I reckon I can bring Ibiza here.
That's a third of the budget gone on one snap decision.
Zindzi is finding it hard to take
her mind off the wedding
and with nearly 60 years of marriage behind her,
granny Annie is the perfect person to give her
granddaughter some guidance.
I have no idea what to expect and I'm really struggling.
How is he going to cope with the invitations?
Invitations usually go out six, eight weeks before.
I can't even think about it cos
I have a minor anxiety attack every time.
How awful would it be if he didn't invite someone that was really important to me?
But for bohemian mum, Jo Jo, all this wedding obsession is proving a surprise.
I worry about, like, colour schemes...
-Oh, my...where did you...?
-How's he going to know.
I just find that so different, I could never imagine
getting worried about colour schemes in any sense at all!
And that's just because you're not your average mother of
the bride and normal mothers of the bride would appreciate...
Yes, Jo. Where is your mother-of-the-bride instinct?
I don't know, you didn't give it to me.
But you didn't give it to me, either when you got married.
I didn't get the chance to be mother of the bride.
My mum had quite a conservative upbringing, really traditional.
Her mum and dad were both married.
She really rebelled against that as soon as she was old enough.
Can you understand why a lot of people
choose to get two strangers off the street, pop into a registry office...
I know a couple of people who've gotten married
without informing their family first until the very last minute...
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
My mum ran off and got married completely behind her family's back.
She didn't tell anybody.
I still don't see why you should risk a lovely relationship
by getting married, which, in my experience, quite often really
messes up relationships.
She's definitely not your typical mother of the bride and we
definitely don't see eye-to-eye when it comes to marriage planning.
But, I love her to bits and anything she does will be fantastic
and I trust her judgment.
And that's what she wants to do.
Five days in, the boys have turned their minds to transforming
the brick warehouse into an Ibizan paradise. No easy task.
So, they head straight to the professionals.
This place looks mad!
-Here we go.
-Exactly what we needed.
-It is a proper palm tree, though.
How they look in Ibiza, as well.
-You see the colours with that background?
That's what colours you want on the ball, isn't it?
What about the parrot? Can't leave him out.
No, don't really need the parrot.
Palm trees, deckchairs and a parrot! OK, no parrot.
Yet again the boys are making snap decisions.
We've hit it at the first jackpot again.
The first five minutes of walking in we've seen...
imaginations running wild.
Back in the land of traditional weddings,
Zindzi is introducing her best friend Charlotte
to the charms of Oxford.
This is lovely. I thought
you'd make a fuss because you're a proper city girl.
I didn't even know, like, punting existed, really.
-Do you like it?
It's so nice, isn't it?
Charlotte and Zindzi have been friends for two years and
Charlotte is also Ben's girlfriend,
which means the girls spend a lot of time together.
How do you think the boys are getting on?
It's hard to believe them two can plan a whole wedding.
Oh, my God, imagine if they make really stupid decisions?
There's nothing we can do about it.
They're going to have to live with their regrets for the rest of for ever
-and so are we.
-Well, you not...
Do you think they would do, like, a theme?
-I hope not. Themes are so tacky.
-I'd be horrified if there was a theme.
-Yeah, I know.
I'm just really worried about the dress.
I'm really worried. This is your big day and you don't want
to look fat and ugly.
Thanks for saying I could look fat and ugly.
Don't worry girls, the boys haven't even started thinking about dresses.
Lou's more concerned about his own figure.
Ben, does my bum look big in this?
Your bum always look big in that, you know that.
This wedding planning is like one big holiday for the boys,
thank goodness it's an Ibiza theme.
Help is at hand with some friendly advice from party planner Jo.
Lighting makes such a difference.
Especially if you've got a blank space.
Yeah, it is a blank space. Completely blank.
We've got these wicked bamboo beach huts so, it could be like your...
-The DJ booth...
-The DJ set-up on the beach, that might be quite nice...
I'll give you a round of applause for that!
It is a brilliant idea.
Do you know what sort of budget you want to keep to, anything like that?
Our budget on decorations and...props...1,500.
..I'm sure we can do something really nice for that.
So, that's almost half the budget spent on an empty warehouse,
some plastic palm trees and a bamboo DJ hut.
And despite spending a fortune,
the boys couldn't be more proud of themselves.
Serious. I couldn't ask for it to go better than that.
I think we could even have our own business as wedding planners.
-Ben and Lou's Wedding Planners, eh?
-Plus we'll be the DJs.
They won't have to book DJs cos it comes with the package.
It's two weeks until the wedding,
but there's one job this groom can't avoid any longer.
Throughout his two year relationship with Zindzi, Louis has
repeatedly put off meeting her dad, Tony.
Proper nervous now.
I just feel as if it will be better that we're meeting now
than it coming to the wedding day and it being all awkward and stuff.
At least if I get his blessing now,
and hopefully he gives it to me,
it will just ease off a lot of pressure off of me.
You're not on your own, fella.
With nerves getting the better of him,
Lou's called in his uncle Jimmy for support.
-All right bro, you come pick me up, yeah?
-Just let me know. See you later.
It's never a nice feeling
when you've got to meet the father-in-law.
He just wants to make a good impression.
The last thing he wants is Tony ringing up Zindzi to say -
"I've met your fella, I don't like him."
I've known my boy all his life
and this is true love for him, I think you'll find,
and he's so determined not to let her down.
Hi, Tony, how you doing? My name's Louis.
Maybe we shouldn't have left it so long?
This is it, this is what I'm thinking in my head,
"Why haven't I met you before?"
-But, if I was only to meet you on the wedding day I wouldn't come to the wedding.
Obviously, you know Zindzi and me are getting married...
and what I wanted more than anything is
for your blessing.
-Well, you got it, man.
Zindzi chose you.
She's happy. I want her to be happy.
That means a lot to me, I will always make Zindzi happy.
-You must be proud?
-Well, that's good.
It straightaway eases a lot of pressure.
-I understand you're nervous.
-Yeah, yeah! I feel nervous.
-Well, nice meeting you.
-Thank you, Tony. Respect.
And it doesn't take long for Louis to find common ground.
-You're a DJ as well?
-Yeah, man, roots reggae.
I play here sometimes as well.
Wicked, man. I DJ as well but I'm more house music.
Yeah, roots reggae. Original. Old school, you know?
Ten days to go before her big day and although Zindzi has got no say
in what she'll be wearing, a girl can dream.
Though nothing is quite doing it for her.
I'd probably think that was a little bit tacky. So...
Moving on. Too much bling. Way too much bling.
I don't think that would do much to accentuate my waist, to be honest.
Definitely not a good shape for me.
Louis pretty much avoids buying me clothes
cos he knows that I'm really fussy.
So to go to from having bought no clothes at all for me,
to having to buy probably the most important thing I'll ever wear in my life,
is pretty much a mission impossible.
Well, mission impossible or not, it's something the boys have to do.
-It's a big day today, man.
-Biggest day so far, mate.
First time I'm ever buying Zin anything without her being there.
It's back luck it's her wedding dress for the first thing, innit?
With that in mind, it looks like it's going to be quite the challenge.
Bro! Where do we start!
Unless they use their tried and trusted technique of going for the first thing they see.
-This is beautiful.
-That is really, really, really nice.
This is a real little bit of sexy. Little bit of bling.
Oh, bling. She doesn't like bling.
That has actually caught me. Straight away this is going, "Buy me", to me.
This is beautiful on. Looks absolutely amazing.
Dazzled by the bling, the boys have put in zero effort.
But will Zindzi be so easy to please?
This is a proper princess dress, isn't it?
This is a proper Disney princess dress.
-I don't think it's you somehow.
When I'm done with it, I can just cut it from here down and wear it out clubbing!
-I love it.
# I'm just a little girl lost in the moment... #
-Serious, that dress.
-I absolutely love it.
-It's absolutely stunning.
-You look more sort of ladylike in that.
Gosh, where would I ever go that's posh enough to wear this?
An East London warehouse?
For Zindzi, it's even crucial to spend time getting her fantasy dress right.
We can't wait for the curtains to open, Zindzi!
-Oh, my God. I love it so much.
After more than two hours searching, Zindzi's found her dream dress.
I never want to take it off.
It's a beautifully detailed lace gown with minimal diamante.
I love it. It's beautiful. I feel a million dollars in it.
I'm absolutely in love with this dress.
I think you're right. That's absolutely beautiful.
I think I'm going to get to the altar and cry and everybody will be like, "Oh, she's crying, how sweet",
but really I'm just crying cos I'm not wearing this dress.
I'm communicating telepathically with Lou.
Maybe you should tell him to look at more than one dress!
It's time for the boys to see the dress tried on.
It's really nice on, innit?
-That's how you wanted it, innit?
-That's made you feel better.
-Perfection, that is. That's really, really pretty.
The boys are going for a shiny, blingy number
that's nothing like Zindzi's dream dress.
It seems her telepathy wasn't working.
Wow, that's the one.
-I know she'll look stunning in it as well.
-Mm. I can picture her in it.
There it is. Yeah, that's beautiful.
Can't wait to see her walking down the aisle in that.
-I'd say we underestimated ourselves massively.
We didn't think we could do this one, innit? We always work good as a team, and this just shows it.
Watch out world, because I'm telling you.
-Anything's possible, that's what I said to you. So, yeah, no, we're happy.
That's £1,200 on a very quick decision.
The boys have bought the first dress they saw
in the first shop they entered...
and they didn't even pick it themselves.
Oh, at least there's time for a heel-kick.
With just over a week to go, it's the morning of the hen do,
and Zindzi's back in London.
A letter through the door sets the hens clucking.
Girls, we got mail!
"To my gorgeous, sexy, lovely wife-to-be,
"Welcome to your hen party!"
"Be ready to leave at 12:15pm."
ALL: Cheers! Woo!
Happy hen do.
It's all champagne, cheers and smiles...
..but as Zindzi sees the cabs, the mood turns.
I don't mean to sound like an absolute spoilt brat...
but we're all just caught up in the mode of being excited
to be together, and now we have to separate
and get into two bog-standard budget cabs.
You know, he could've at least got us a limo or a hummer or something.
Watch out ladies, the stags are out on the town...
and they know exactly where they're headed.
I'll start off in the local, boys.
Start off in the local.
No wedding planning today, it's about fun for us.
So this is the party and the wedding is the after-party, basically.
En route with the girls... anticipation's building.
Where are we going?
-Oh, my God, we're going to the Shard!
-We're heading the Shard...
Oh, my God.
Nope, it's not the Shard....
Still, everyone's in good spirits.
Where are we going?
But as the girls head further south, so does the mood in the car.
I'm bored of travelling.
As the girls move further on, into deepest Croydon,
best friend Charlotte grows suspicious.
I'm not joking, like, I know this way.
Where are we? Please, Charlotte, please, where are we?!
We're in a fucking industrial estate, that is one thing.
The girls'll be pampering today,
They're going to be doing what you do.
Yeah, they're going to be doing what I do at work.
I'm an aromatherapist production assistant.
I make moisture creams, moisture lotions.
They're going to get a massage, drink.
-You've got champagne sorted for them.
-Strawberries and cream.
Whoever don't like it is ungrateful and spoilt.
I really think we're at Ben's work. I really think we are!
-Oh, my God.
-We're not going to Ben's work!
We're at fucking Ben's workplace.
Ben works here, we're at Ben's work.
-Who does he work for? What does he do?
-He makes fucking creams.
Why are we HERE?!
This is the shittest surprise I've ever experienced.
I don't even smoke.
I just need a cigarette because I'm so stressed out.
Stress is the last thing on the boys' agenda.
But back in Stress City, which is near Croydon...
We've come out in the middle of nowhere,
it's taken us hours to get here,
so that we can learn how to make aromatherapy products.
What the fuck?
Just try and make the most of it, babe. Yeah?
OK, well, let's go and experience a day in the life of Ben.
Let's go and make some cream!
The girls are given in-depth tuition on how to make organic face creams.
But Zindzi can't resist letting her feelings be known.
Ben's job's fascinating.
What's Ben like as an employee?
-He's very good, actually.
-He picks up things very fast.
That's good, because he's a shit best man.
-I think you're being really ungrateful.
I do, I do. I think this is good.
Lou agreed to it, so it's his fault when...
I never said it wasn't lovely,
I'm absolutely fascinated to see what Ben does at his own job.
I'd rather see what Ben does than what Lou does.
Do you want to take this outside?!
Despite initial reservations,
Zindzi decides to get in the mood and give cream-making a go.
Oh, no, mine smells like shit.
I think she's being a little bit of a Bridezilla.
Cos I think she was being... not spoilt, but...
Zindzi, this was a good idea. You're not convinced, are you?
I feel really bad for Ben,
because I don't want to come across as ungrateful to his employer,
because I'm really having a good time,
and I don't want them to think we're rude and we're not paying attention.
Like, I could just feel myself bubbling inside,
I just wanted to, like, shake 'em and just say, "Shut up, listen."
Charlotte's being really defensive, because she loves Ben so much,
and this is Ben's job.
But we are on an industrial estate in the middle of South London.
It sounds like they thought, "Ooh, what could we do for really cheap?
"Oh, yeah, let's go to one of our workplaces."
It was either going to be us
mentoring troubled adolescents or us making our own beauty products.
So I'm glad it was us making our own beauty products,
because it was the less bad of the two shit situations.
At least there's alcohol.
Woohoo! Free cream!
-No, don't be horrible.
I'm keeping all your stuff.
-Right where are going next?
-I'm keeping all your stuff.
But there's just time for a cautionary tale.
When on industrial estates, don't hang out near the skip.
This is the worst hen do ever.
Get up, get up!
This is what happens on industrial estates in South London.
This is the worst time of my life.
Bloodied and bandaged, it's on to the next stop.
-I hate you, I'm not talking to you ever again...
The girls make the long journey back to North London.
They've not fed us,
it's now, like, whatever time it is in the afternoon,
no-one's eaten anything.
But as the girls carry on their journey, misery gives way to doubt.
This is the worst start to a married life I could ever imagine.
As the hens arrive at a Camden night spot,
Zindzi and Charlotte are still struggling to see eye-to-eye.
And for Zindzi, the bad day's turning into a bad night.
-Do you know what? Girls...
No, just get off, cos they're filming me! Just get off.
As it stands at the moment, I'm a bridesmaid down,
and my hen night's completely ruined.
I'm really pissed off.
I feel like I'm not looking forward to my wedding day at all.
Oblivious to the disastrous effect his hen plans have had
on the girls...
Louis' stag is turning into one big rave.
It's my boy's stag do! My boy's stag do!
What a surprise.
It's the morning after the night before.
Ben and Lou are feeling worse for wear.
So far, they've found a venue, some palm trees to fill it,
an ever-so shiny dress for Zindzi,
and they also managed to ruin her hen do.
But with just one week till Ibiza comes to London,
mum Alison is worried about all the things they've not done.
I've been going on at least a week now about these invites.
And he's going, oh, he's going to go to a certain shop
and he's going to get them printed off
and then he's going to send them off, but...
You know, it's his wedding, and...
If he gets told off by Zindzi, that's up to him!
I feel like I'm getting too old to party.
Definitely can't do what I used to be able to.
-I'm doing a text message.
That's a bit worrying.
Going to have the postcode and address and what time to be there.
It's not... It's not rocket science.
And when are you doing that?
I'm going to text them...
I think I'm going to text them tomorrow, you know?
Yeah, cos it's starting to get, like, you know...
this time next week that's it, it'll be over. Married.
You're leaving it lastminute.com, ain't ya?
It's nice to get an invite, but...
..they ain't getting one. BEN LAUGHS
For this wedding.
The boys aren't the only ones dealing with a hangover.
Zindzi and Charlotte have come together,
and are in need of some TLC...
for their feet, and their friendship.
A load of girls together in a strange place,
fuelled by alcohol and hunger, it's like a recipe for disaster, innit?
It's not going to end well.
-It was just unfortunate.
Like...it doesn't matter. We're all over it now.
-I think it could've ended worse...
-..than it did.
And there's nothing like a bit of pampering to bring those smiles out.
But Zindzi has concerns about Louis' organisation.
I still don't really have a clue,
and I'm starting to get extremely frustrated,
cos it's getting really close to the date now,
and people want to know what's going on.
I haven't had an invite to my wedding -
I don't know if anyone else has.
It'll be really nice if he really made an effort
and had lovely invites.
The boys have dragged themselves from their beds,
and together with Uncle Jimmy, are hitting the shops.
I'm going to look dapper.
It's time to get suited...
and the boys are making sure they get a good fit.
My name's Fredrick, Louis Fredrick.
-Right, boys, bridesmaids' dresses now.
Cheap as possible.
Think the dresses are round here.
True to form, laid-back Louis wants as little fuss as possible.
I like these ones, boys, straightaway.
They're nice, innit?
We need to get their sizes, though.
And no fuss means no bridesmaids allowed.
I just couldn't deal with their nagging in my head
and stuff like that, trying to make me change my mind and stuff.
As horrible as it might make me sound,
I'm top dog for once in this equation.
-All right, babe?
Yeah, quick question to ask you, if that's all right.
-What size dress are you, like, dress size?
Oh, my gosh. Please tell me I'm going to be able to try it on.
Babe, I need your size.
-I'm probably a 10, to be honest. Oh, my gosh.
-Have a nice day.
I think Keely's a 12, man.
I think she is as well, cos she ain't got a clue what she is.
Louis is definitely playing with fire,
not letting the girls come shopping.
It's something I'd never do. I'd never even consider it.
Just for the record, though, you'd be an 8 or something, wouldn't you?
'No, like a 10. But you lot better not be buying me a dress.
'Me and Lou need to have words, put him on the phone.'
-Lou's not here, it's just me and Jimmy.
Well, the worst thing that can happen is they get the dresses,
they don't fit, they don't like it, they don't like the colour,
don't like the way they look in it... There's a list.
-'A 10, I would be like a 10...'
-All right, babe.
-'Listen, don't do that...'
-PHONE CUTS OFF
But there's one call Ben isn't so keen to make.
-Hello, it's me.
-Hello, you all right?
Like the bride and groom,
Ben and Charlotte haven't seen each other for two weeks.
-Just one quick question, I need to know from you...
As fast as possible. Dress size.
Um...I really, I don't know.
Need to know.
Baby, I just need to...come on.
8. 8, OK. Love you.
I'll be so angry if they've gone out and bought dresses
without taking you.
That is, like, such a big cop-out.
It might not fit properly.
-It might not suit me. The material...
-It might be a horrible colour.
-It might be cheap, it might be tacky...
If it looks that bad then I'm not going to wear it.
As for Zindzi... God, I don't know how she's going to react.
I wouldn't like to be in Lou's position right now
to be honest with you.
There's three days to go,
and Zindzi's brother Jango is back from university for the big day.
But there's a problem - nobody's entirely sure when that is.
Yeah, Wedding's any day soon.
-How do you feel about it?
Constantly being bombarded by family and friends, "Do you know anything?"
I got a message from Dave the other day saying,
-"Is this wedding still on?"
I'm really scared that I'm going to have an empty wedding.
It seems Louis' last-minute approach to wedding planning
has everyone on edge.
Whilst Ben is busy colouring in,
Louis is finally sending his text message invites.
Better late than never.
The decision to text message, I think Zindzi will find it clever
and more reliable than paying out for a stamp.
We haven't got time, now, for invites, anyway.
-We have received a message.
"To mummy-in-law Jo Jo,
"the big day will fall on the second of June in London."
-There goes my Oxfordshire stately home, then.
Not particularly impressed with the text message invites.
Trying to steer clear of thinking. It's the lazy option.
"You will receive the address Sunday morning.
"Sunday morning morning."
Oh, my gosh. "Sunday morning morning"?
Really bugging me that there's a typo.
I'd never allow that happen, that kind of stuff makes me...
Oh, my God.
No-one's going to know the address till the actual day.
Sunday morning morning.
It's not going to be in Oxford, it's not going to be in the country.
Obviously it's not going to be a stately home.
I'm hoping it's still going to be somewhere really nice.
What could possibly be nicer than a warehouse in East London?
With just two days to go,
laid-back Louis is finally getting round to some serious accounting.
-4,200 for the venue.
1,220 for the wedding dress...
As the boys add up their expenditure over the last few weeks...
..the budget is nearly all gone.
ALL: Cheers, boys.
But despite the celebrations,
Louis has that nagging feeling he's forgotten something.
Something's going to creep up on me and it's going to be a big sum...
Oh, my God, I told you it's going to come!
I ain't got rings.
Don't panic yet.
Right, take booze off...
I can't believe we forgot the rings!
# I'm in trouble whoops I'm in trouble... #
Over the next two days, Louis finally steps up the pace.
-When is the wedding?
-It's on Sunday.
-Oh, my God!
..for a whopping £400...
# I'm in trouble whoops I'm in trouble... #
..and finally organising the catering
for a Caribbean-style wedding breakfast...
A platter of chicken, like this chicken that you've got,
-and just rice.
And it wouldn't be Ibiza without the beach...
Well, sort of.
-If we get ten metres of this...
-That is the best colour I've seen.
We are creating, like a beach. So we want to use it as, like, sand.
I hope she likes it. It looks like a beach.
And with just £20 left in his pocket,
Louis has one more thing to buy.
Excuse me where did you get them flowers from?
As the boys search the market,
they finally track down what they're looking for...
and just in the nick of time.
Last few pounds of the budget
and we've bought the last flowers in South London.
-I'm taking the last of their money.
-Thank you very much.
-Thank you very much, man.
Well, that'll hardly fill the venue.
But what can you do when you're all out of cash,
still need to transform an empty warehouse into Ibiza,
make sure 150 guests turn up,
build a bamboo DJ hut, organise the cars
and hope the bride doesn't kill you when she sees her dress?
Speaking of which...
it's the day before the wedding,
and time for Zindzi to see the gown that Louis so decisively picked.
I'm really, really anxious...
Everyone that's at my wedding
is going to be having a look at my dress,
and I really want to feel just the most confident ever,
so the dress just means so much.
If I don't like the dress, it'll be really hard for me
to hide my disappointment.
I just really hope I like it.
It's really blingy.
And shiny, and ruffly.
Do you want to try it on?
-Put it on.
-It might look different.
-Shall we try?
Even mum Jo Jo is starting to feel nervous.
Oh darling, that looks lovely!
It does look lovely, doesn't it?
Oh, you look beautiful!
I can't believe Lou chose it.
I really like it!
You soppy cow!
It bears no resemblance to Zindzi's lacy dream dress,
but Louis' laid-back approach to dress picking has proven a success.
I wonder how many it took to get to this dress.
Um, that'll be...one.
I just want to see Lou right now.
I can't believe I have to wait a whole day to tell him
how much I love this dress.
I couldn't be happier.
Oh, my God.
As the sun sets, Zindzi's worries over her dress are put to bed.
But what will she make of the Ibiza-themed warehouse wedding
Louis has got planned?
It's the morning of the wedding,
and while most brides would be brimming with excitement,
Zindzi's feeling a little flat.
Quite anxious. No-one's heard anything from Lou...
It's just ridiculous, now.
It's the actual day and nobody seems to know, as far as I know,
where they're going.
I think the last thing anyone wants to do on their wedding day
is worry about whether people are going to turn up or not.
Lou is really laid-back,
but he better be up and about and making last-minute preparations.
I can't imagine what he's doing that could possibly be more important
than letting people know what the plans are for the day.
Well, at the moment, nothing is more important than the venue.
-The empty venue.
-Chair, chair, chair, chair...
Here's the aisle, I need to go here.
Got more palm trees in there than bloody...
the Cambodian jungle.
I didn't think it was this much.
With six hours until the wedding, the boys are on a roll.
It seems Ibiza is coming to London...
It's the DJ booth.
But if laid-back Louis doesn't pull his finger out,
will anyone be coming to Ibiza?
I still need to send a text to everyone with the address.
My phone's probably going mad. I've left it at home as well.
At this rate it won't just be his phone going mad.
But at least something's putting a smile on Zindzi's face.
-I'm Matt, the make-up artist.
-Oh, am I pleased to see you.
Oh, my God. Thank you. Yay!
With a bit of slap and a slight polish, Zindzi is made up.
I can't wait to see!
Right then, let's go get married.
Er, not yet Zindzi.
Can you do one text and send it to loads of different numbers?
A lot of people still don't know where this is,
we've still got to send out the texts, for God's sake.
We're leaving everything to the last minute, as we do, again.
Tensions in Shoreditch are rising.
I wish I'd done invites.
As the clock ticks on, the Ibiza transformation is slow.
Laid-back Louis is starting to panic.
We are running out of time. We need to speed up.
I don't think there's enough space.
These plants are a joke.
There's not enough.
Right, right, think, think, think.
I thought this was going to be easy, but it's the hardest thing...
I've ever had to do in my life.
At least some people have a smile on their face.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God. I love them!
Louis' bridesmaids' dresses are going down rather well
with the girls. Amazingly.
No way, I'm not buying it.
Lou and Ben did not go into a shop and choose those dresses.
-I bet it was the first one they saw.
-You like them?
You all look absolutely stunning.
After six hours of hard work, Ibiza has finally arrived in London.
The boys have transformed the once-empty warehouse
into an Ibizan paradise, complete with island sunset.
Now all Louis can hope is that the guests got the texts.
I hope they'll turn up.
I've got my mum to do a last-minute run round
of...sending invites to everyone.
It's showing off time.
This is the biggest day of her life.
But there's a more delicate issue at hand.
Oh, my God, I suddenly just thought...
did I shave my armpits?
Amazingly, the guests have arrived and so have the butterflies.
-How's it going?
-I'm nervous, man.
-Oh, bless. Don't.
-You're going to be fine.
And with the venue ready and the guests filing in...
Zindzi on the left, Louis on the right.
..all Louis needs now is his bride.
Oh, my God, why have we gone this way?
We're going towards Shoreditch.
Why are we going here?
What is this?!
What the hell on earth is this?
Where are we?
Lou, what have you done?
I can't believe we've arrived at the destination
and I still don't know where the hell I am.
What is this place?
-Welcome to the family.
-Oh, thank you.
Three weeks and £12,000 later,
there is literally nothing else Louis can do
but hope Zindzi likes it.
We are here today to witness the marriage of Louis Bobby Fredrick
and Zindzi Inita Marshall.
If any person here present
knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage,
then he or she should declare it now.
Louis, do you take Zindzi to be your lawfully wedded wife?
And Zindzi, do you take Louis to be your lawfully wedded husband?
I'm going to ask Ben to step forward with the rings.
It therefore gives me the greatest of pleasures to declare
that you are now legally husband and wife.
She looks absolutely gorgeous. I'm really impressed.
He's done well.
Zindzi's dress was beautiful.
She looked stunning, and so did the lads, in their suits.
Oh, my God, like, he really picked a beautiful dress,
and it just fitted her and suited her so perfectly.
It's time for Louis to take Zindzi back
to the place they fell in love...
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! It's so perfect!
-Do you like it?
It's an Ibizan wedding!
I can't believe you've pulled this off, you've done so well.
It is... It's beautiful!
-It means so much to me for you to say that.
How was your hen do, did you like it?
-Swear to God, what do you mean, what happened?
It was in Croydon, at Ben's work.
-It just ended in a bit of a tiff between us girls.
-I can't believe you didn't like your hen, man.
-Babe, forget it.
-Look where we are. It's perfect.
-I know, do you like this, though?
I'm so excited, I just want to bring everyone in now.
The guests pour onto the island...
We're in Ibiza!
..and Zindzi couldn't be happier.
I love it!
As the bubbles flow, Louis' Ibiza theme is proving a hit.
-Louis is over the moon.
-Jumping for joy, isn't he?
-He's over the moon.
-He's well happy.
Incredibly, this chilled-out groom has risen to the challenge.
What can I say? That's Louis and that's why I love him.
As far as weddings go, this would be my preferred type of wedding.
We done well, me and Lou. We done well.
We done better than we thought we could.
So, as Louis' new father-in-law takes to the decks...
MUSIC: "Is This Love" by Bob Marley
..the happy couple hit the dance floor.
And it seems everyone's caught the Ibiza party vibe.
I'm waiting for the rave. I'm happy to rave.
It's just fantastic, I couldn't have asked for more,
honestly, it's lovely.
So much better than any boring old stately home wedding.
It means so much to me to hear those words from Zindzi.
I'm so proud to say that you're my husband.
Next time, marriage-phobic Joe...
Rubbish. Hate stupid weddings.
..aims high as he plans a tree-top ceremony...
You may kiss the bride.
-That was even horrible just pretending.
..for his wedding-photographer bride Emily.
This is the cake! That's what I want.
Can this marriage-hating groom deliver...
..for his wedding-fanatic bride?
I just don't like the top!
Or will he be barking up the wrong tree?
-She hates them.
-I'm so stressed out it's unreal.
Oh, God, this is awful.
# Just give me one night in Ibiza... #
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