Right?! When we were planning ours we kept agonizing over the massive, massive expense (it ended up being $2/3,ooo) but there was absolutely no way I was going to have a pay bar, or just open bar for wine or beer. Our wedding was absolutely going to have limitless whisky and gin. It was brilliant.

I think mine, in January, cost $2,ooo or $3,000 (it was one or the other; I've blocked it out of my mind already because to us that was a fuck load of money that we couldn't really afford).

Somehow the open bar at my (very drunk) wedding didn't cost us an insane amount… we got everything at BevMo and it seemed pretty reasonable (and I hesitated over spending £200 on my dress, so when I say "reasonable" in real terms I probably mean "really fucking cheap"). I'd been dreading it but it wasn't so much at…

Good Lord! That's terrifying. (I'm know sort of weirdly wondering if I did my wedding horribly "wrong" because it only cost us about $3,000… perhaps everyone we know was secretly judging us!)

That made me have uncontrollable giggles and my mother is here and she wants me to explain myself and I can't.

I didn't get the attraction at all until I saw him in person and then I found him quite attractive indeed. Diamond!

Pharrell once looked at me while making a suggestive dance move. Life was good.

Whenever I've read anything she's written (my mother gets the Daily Mail for the crosswords, apparently) it sounds deranged. The paper has other columnists who are almost as infuriating, but the bitterness spewed by Jones is bar far the worst.

Exactly. I suddenly like Rihanna a lot more.

She's horrendous. I can't believe the bitterness, even in the dripping-with-bitterness Daily Mail.

Oh, that's frustrating.

GLO! RI! US!

I love seeing people on the tube in evening wear. I would definitely wear that dress to work/the shops/anywhere (if I had that body, too).

Mine totally is. Almost all my colleagues with kids get to work from home some days each week, and a blind eye is turned when they turn up 30/45/60 minutes late, leave early and what not. I think it's brilliant that the company understands and sympathises with parents; I think it's unfair that as a child-free person I…

Perhaps she should really have it in for the umpire who could in theory have called hindrance!

I can't care about P Middy, but God, the noise is off-putting when some people play tennis. I love to watch it, but I have to turn the sound down for some of them, which is fine on telly but in person? Perhaps I'm not drinking enough Pimm's.

I have a good friend whose name is Jappy and therefore I can't even get past this headline.

Yes, yes, yes. I totally see that you might, in order to survive being a parent of tiny screaming creatures, need to develop a tolerance for ear-splitting shrieking that goes on and on and on and on and on, but seriously, people, the rest of us haven't built up to that level yet. To me, someone screaming at the top of…

Ha! Glad my squeamishness will keep me healthy.

Ahaha, I've never, ever gone near any meat puddings! Definitely not for me. I let my (American) husband try black pudding without telling him what it was, because I didn't want to let my squeamishness put him off in case he turned out to really like it, but he took one bite and went, "Ugh. What is this disgusting…