According to Pete Seeger “gone for soldiers, every one”. He’s wrong. They’ve gone for HUSBANDS, and no-where is this more apparent than a wedding.
You know what I’m talking about. Ten years ago, when you went to a wedding, you did so knowing there would be men. Single men. Single men wearing morning suits and lounge suits and kilts if they were Scottish, looking ten times better than they ever do down the pub.
Most likely there’d be three or four of them right there at your table, and what with the morning suits, and the champagne, and the general air of romance, chances were there’d be snogging by midnight.
Now? Not so much.
I went to another wedding this weekend. An utterly fabulous, wonderful wedding, which nonetheless failed spectacularly on the snogging front.
There was I, a vision in full-length chiffon (a bridesmaid for the first time in my life), and not one solitary single man was there to appreciate it.
And that, if nothing else, is a waste.