Fair Game...
I attended my fifth and final Wedding Fair of 2008 this week.
And like most things in life, the novelty has well and truly worn off.
I was excited at first. I didn't even flinch when the BRIDE sticker was slapped onto my lapel. I happily entered the free prize draw. I merrily ticked 100s of tiny boxes indicating the bits and bobs I still needed to organise.
Wedding Fair number five, however, proved a fair too far...
"Bride?" said the greeter, sticker at the ready.
"No" I barked.
I was surprised to find so many grooms-to-be doing the Wedding Fair rounds. Mine would rather eat his own flesh.
Call me sexist. But there's something about men attending wedding fairs that is comparable to men in an M&S lingerie department. Those men who will happily rake their way through the G-strings and DD-cups, looking for sizes, while the wife 'tries on.'
The same men who talk flowers, fondant fillings and favours with genuine enthusiasm. I'm talking about the new breed of Groomzillas and they're starting to outshine brides-to-be in their outstanding wedding organisational skills.
If only...
Wedding Fair phobics should check out www.northeastweddingfair.co.uk



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