When I watched Four Weddings and a Funeral as a young
teenager, I yearned for the time of weddings, for country houses and London
receptions and all best friends having LOLs over champagne. I couldn’t wait for
the romance and the Mini Coopers and the hats. Now I have officially entered
wedding life season, here are a few observations that I would like to make about how
my childhood dream has been destroyed...:
1) They do not warn you about the money. I know everyone
complains about this... but FFS.
Starting with
A) The Hen/Stag Do: It is in the South of France with MOH
e-mailing everyone “Hi Guys! Please all transfer me £500.00 all-in for
Buttercup’s hen. Also please all prepare a stand-up comedy routine / original
song / handmade quilt for Buttercup as a gift. Will be such LOLS. Also send me
stories about Buttercup.” – I don’t know any fucking stories she’s an old work
colleague that I didn’t much like. My only stories about her revolve around her
lunch choices and the occasional time she’d get pissed on a work night out and
flirt with the intern.
