Almost married!

My wedding is, unsurprisingly, a unique affair. It will involve some of the usual things such as prancing around a nice hotel in a dress that would made five-year-old me squeal with glee. Guests will range from a mercenary to an Oxford student - likely in subfusc - dashing in between exams to be my maid of honour. Nine Inch Nails and/or Metallica will be played. The best man has refused to make a speech. There is a Designated Jew to ensure glass-smashing and Hora-dancing takes place. One of the rings will be made of black metal because we really are that goth. I am so excited.

Whinge

It has come to my attention that 32% of all wedding invitations include diamante, whilst an additional 12% include some other form of sparkliness. Approximately 82% include hearts and/or bows and/or pink. Thus, within the card industry there is virtually no stylistic difference between a wedding an eleven-year-old's birthday. If one were to draw a Venn diagramme of this, one would see that approximately .002% of invitations involve neither hearts nor sparkles nor pink and that such invitations, due to their rarity, must be custom ordered at great expense and delay from realms far overseas.

My general feeling is that if one can take apart a wedding invitation, use it to decorate a burlesque dancer's costume, and still have the odd rose or rhinestone left over...it is probably not a good choice.

Squeaks of pleasure

It appears one can get married in the Bodleian Library.