I’m half-watching something absolutely charming on domestic violence and it has helped my settle one or two little priorities in life. Here’s the thing, if I was terribly poor [which I’m not], or even relatively poor [which I am], and I had some spare moneys [which I don’t], and was madly in love [which I’m not], and thought that maybe I’d like some kind of lovely big commitmenty thing with the person I’m all mad about but I was also, for instance, missing teeth [I’m not] then I would still spend the moneys on fixing my teeth rather than wasting moneys on a shitty white frock that I’ll eventually hate one way or another. Get that – moneys means good teeth not weddings. Moneys means fun in fun [but not so much sun] places. Moneys means a whole bunch of lovely, lovely things but not huge gruesome event where everyone stares at one in a frock that one is just coming to realise is god-awful and that everyone has lied about looking good.
Actually, I already knew this. Weddings are frightful things, aren’t they? Also, domestic violence = way bad.