Tulum Beautiful BeachWhen we touched down in the courtyard of Cancún airport, Grace and I warmed to the charm of the Mexican night sky. Having fretted before the holiday about the expected rain (we arrived in peak hurricane season), it was a huge relief to feel the balmy heat and see the stars twinkling above us.
Our journey from Cancún to Tulum was about 2 hours and when we arrived in our all inclusive dreams resort, I was immediately impressed. It wasn’t until the following morning that we were able to take in the full beauty of the place. On opening the curtains, we saw the most beautiful turquoise blue water and natural white sand. Green palm trees swaying gently in the breeze everywhere. ‘Welcome to paradise’, I said to Grace, and we gave each other a big, soppy honeymooner’s hug.
The resort itself was well run with a choice of 5 or 6 restaurants. The food wasn’t amazing if I am being really honest, but it is the type of place that doesn’t lend to negative thinking so we really enjoyed eating there. After a while, we got to know which restaurants were good and which were only average. Grace and I having a romantic beachside meal
The highlight of the trip for me was the trip to the amazing Mayan ruins of Tulum. This former bedrock of Mayan civilisation, without doubt, hosted the most amazing scenery I have ever witnessed. The beach there is truly amazing and I would urge anyone travelling to Mexico to visit it.
The one frustrating thing about our trip to the ruins was Grace’s determination to bypass the fantastic archaeological sights in favour of a good spot on the beach. She was focused on one thing and one thing only that day. Working on her tan! As a result, we had little time to appreciate the wonderful ruins. Women!!!…


On the 2nd of September 2009 I was lucky enough to tie the knot in the beautiful surroundings of Lake Garda in Northern Italy.
We arrived there late in the night of August 31st but I have to say I was disappointed at first. The darkness of our late arrival meant we couldn’t see any of the majestic scenery that we had been promised.

However, upon waking up the next morning and drawing the curtains, I let out a yelp of awe. Before me was the most stunning view imaginable. I immediately decided I was in the perfect spot to get married.

The wedding itself took place in Castelleto in a tiny church outside Riva Del Garda. The guys from Italian Weddings ensured everything went smoothly. The only discomfort I felt was my designer wedding suit, by Wilvorst, was making me swear profusely. A mocha coloured 3-piece suit with a 2-ply cotton shirt is probably not a sensible thing to wear on a sweltering September day in the Italian sun.

Nevertheless, everybody complimented me on my choice of wedding suit. I chose to have it made to measure because I wanted something different. I never wanted the wedding suit that everybody else wore. Having designed wedding suits for many customers before, I decided to treat myself to a similar experience. The fabric I chose was a silk blend and the style was 5/8 length, a little longer than a short jacket and a little shorter than a Prince Edward. Having submitted my measurements and choice of fabric, I only had to wait 6 weeks for it to arrive. It would have ended up retailing at €600 (well I won’t tell you what it really cost me – the joys of working in the suit business).

The rest of the wedding party wore Chocolate brown lightweight suits hired by (you guessed it) Tom Murphy’s in Patrick Street. The choice of brown suits was purposeful as it sat harmoniously alongside the bridesmaids coffee coloured dresses. And speaking of the bridesmaids, didn’t they look beautiful, oh and what about the bride. I better give her a mention or I’ll suffer the consequences when she reads this.


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Tom Murphys Wedding

Tom Murphys Wedding Party in Riva Del Garda

OK, so you have decided to get married and you need something to wear for you and for your mates for your wedding. Where to start?How does the whole wedding suits for men thing work?

Generally when it comes to wedding suits for men people hire suits for the groom, best-man, groomsman or groomsmen (up to 3 are permitted), father of the bride and father of the groom. Sometimes, if a parent is not alive, a brother or relative may stand in for the parent. Most wedding parties would have between 4 and 7 in the group and may also include a pageboy.

The wedding party does not just consist of the men, but alas it also includes the women, and as you know lads, we are once again dutifully bound to play second fiddle to their requirements.

“Does that mean that what we wear is determined by what they wear?”

I hear you ask this rational question.Absolutely! Once again in the battle of the sexes, we loose out guys.
If the bride wears white, you wear white my man! If she wears ivory, you wear ivory. If the bridesmaids wear lilac, your comrades in the wedding party will be wearing that colour.
To distinguish the groom from the rest of the party, you can also opt for a self-tie cravat for him, and the rest of the lads could have the same colour but in ties. Usually the groom will have the same suit and waistcoat as the rest of the party. It is nice to have a small difference between him and the rest of the guys, and this is why a different coloured neck piece can work well.

If you imagine the day of the wedding, you will have the groom standing next to the bride, so their colours must be in harmony and the groomsmen next to the bridesmaids so their colours must also be cordinated.
Remember one thing, there are no rules as to what people can wear. It is your day and it is your choice as to what to wear.

A recent trend in Ireland that has taken a leaf out of the continental book, has been for the groom to buy his own wedding suit and the rest of the party to hire. These suits allow the groom to be in a different suit completely to the rest of the lads. It can work well also as long as there is some colour co-ordination present.A beige,white or tan suit can look really well on the groom even if the rest of the party is in more conventional black,navy or grey.

Wedding suits have become a bit de-formalised in recent times and this has seen a decrease in the popularity of the traditional three quarters and morning tails styles.The favoured lenght of the coat at the moment is short and slightly cropped.If you are going for a more “normal suit” look just be careful as this style can be a bit rigid and lacking in the cermonial pomp that the classic styles offer.Spice it up with a nice paisley ivory waistcoat and tie and do not forget the mandatory pocket square.Sometimes the little trimmingsand accessories are what set a wedding suit apart from a normal day or office suit.


Tom and Grace in a Las Vegas Chapel

Tomand Grace in a Las Vegas Chapel

After 3 days in the cultured city of  San Francisco; Grace and I jetted into the debauched desert that is Las Vegas. When we arrived, we knew we were in for a mad few days. After booking into the Planet Hollywood, we went upstairs into the casino and prepared ourselves for the unknown (I have never been to a casino and must confess that I have no real gambling blood in me what so ever).

The first mistake I made was that I ordered 2 drinks that came to $20. We quickly figured out that no one else was paying for drinks as the bunny girls would bring you free drinks constantly in return for a small tip. In typical Paddy fashion, we milked the system and got stocious drunk.

Because of the tragic death of Graces’s brother, JP, on the night of our wedding in Lake Garda, Grace and I decided to renew our vows in a small chapel in the Las Vegas suburbs. We were picked up from the hotel in a limousine and dropped off at this cute chapel called, ‘A Special Memory’. My designer suit by Wilvorst was clean enough as it was a dark colour but Graces dress was filthy at the ends but I didn’t bother telling her.

Upon entering the chapel, we were placed in a queue of couples waiting to be married. The guy next to me was a young Belgian and he was a bag of nerves. There was sweat pouring down him, and his voice quivered. You’d swear he was marrying Mary Harney or something. He couldn’t understand why I was so calm (I didn’t bother telling him we were just there to renew our vows). It was all a bit surreal but we both enjoyed the experience and if I were getting married again, I’d consider it as a first option for a wedding…only joking Grace!