Peter Rhodes on wedding chops, rubberneckers and the intoxicating pleasure of Beer
According to weekend reports, the latest thing for brides is the “wedding chop,” a dramatic haircut slotted in between the ceremony and the reception to amaze your friends.
Go for it if you must, you happy couples. But be aware that any commodity you can possibly think of (cakes, photographs, invitations, rings, cars, etc) instantly doubles in price when preceded by the word “wedding”. Not so much a chop as a scalping.
I wrote recently about a man who fell, injuring himself in the Tube, and not a single person stopped to help. In righteous indignation, a reader declares: “People in days gone by would wade in and help their fellow citizens without a second thought.” Oh really?
