Who was I on my wedding day? I was hopelessly naive. Not about the wedding night or catering costs or anything. No surprises there. But when it came to transport, I was a wide-eyed innocent. No, scrap that. I was a tight-arse fool. I didn’t organise transportation to my own wedding. On purpose. To save money. We lived in East Sydney,... Continue Reading →

There's nothing quite like a dance floor at a wedding - 70-year-olds and seven-year-olds and everyone else in-between grooving to Twist and Shout, Blame It On The Boogie, Oh What A Night ... it doesn't seem to matter how many decades pass, the tunes stay exactly same. The Household shook their tail feathers en masse... Continue Reading →

When did you last go to a wedding? I seem to be more in a funeral phase myself. Fortunately they don't hold divorce ceremonies, otherwise I'd be going to a fair few of those too. Oh, I tell a lie, a dear friend got married a few years ago. It was a casual affair, being... Continue Reading →