At every single British wedding reception you’ll ever go to, whether it’s being held in a Richard Curtis-compliant Cotswolds marquee or a decommissioned Hackney working-men’s club with tinsel lining the stage and asbestos poking out of...
Thud. A heavy envelope lands on the doormat. It’s a wedding invitation. Lovely. You open it and 54 inserts fall out, informing you about the church, car parking, nearby hotels and taxi firms. If this is an invitation to a wedding abroad – a...
At every single British wedding reception you’ll ever go to, whether it’s being held in a Richard Curtis-compliant Cotswolds marquee or a decommissioned Hackney working-men’s club with tinsel lining the stage and asbestos poking out of...
An hourly wage of £14.02 isn’t much by any standards. But it feels positively Dickensian when you’re confronted with 200 guests who are all demanding to know whether the “tab” the bride and groom laid on has been used up yet. The truth is that...
