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Philippa and I have been invited to a ‘Royal Wedding Party’ on Friday. Thankfully, Philippa has no interest in going, which suits me fine. She said “There are lots of things I’d rather do than watch an attractive, talented young woman throw her life away by marrying a balding, middle-aged, ugly leech” Man, I love her.
We happily seem to have similar views on marriage and weddings, which is great. I don’t see the point of spending five grand on one day of boredom when you could be spending it on a decent holiday or putting it away towards a house. Philippa says ‘why put all that effort into something when there’s an 80% chance it won’t last?’ She likens people on their wedding days to people who buy extra lottery tickets when there’s a rollover - full of hope, thinking their life is about to change, but doomed to disappointment and failure. I don’t know where this cynicism has come from, but I love it!

Both feeling as we do, we had fun last night planning our own ‘alternative’ wedding. If we ever do ‘tie-the-knot’ I think we should do it on the top deck of a sight-seeing bus as it makes it’s way through the streets of Norwich. We could put an ad in the paper asking people to throw money over the side, which we can scoop up at the end and use to pay for our honeymoon. Philippa had the idea of hiring a fairground for the day, so we could get married on the ferris wheel, all eat the meal on the rollercoaster, and have the photos taken on the dodgems. Other ideas (after a bottle or wine) included ‘hanging upside down from a badminton net’, ‘naked and drunk in a shopping centre’ and ‘dressed in Victorian clothing and sitting in a pit full of vipers.’ Feel free to send in suggestions…….

RC 19-4-11