Weddingzzzzzz

In general, I’m a fan of multiculturalism, and the give-and-take it entails. It’s great that Britons have embraced Indian food, that R&B tracks sprinkle the Top 40 and that many minority groups have, in return, embraced great British traditions such as drinking until you pass out.

But I must draw the line at weddings. And this is because when it comes to matrimonial ceremonies, British is best. And I have thought this ever since I attended my first English wedding, at a register office in Walsall, ten years ago.

As I come from a Punjabi community, in which weddings can last longer than the Sudanese civil war, it was a revelation for me to discover that the whole thing could be over in a couple of hours – stunning to realise that it was possible for two people to get married without guests having to endure three days of sitting with moustachioed strangers discussing the merits of the Audi A8 v those of the BMW 7 series.

But in recent years I have watched in despair as English weddings have become just as tediously lengthy…

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