I Heart New York

I’m always struck by how short wedding ceremonies are. The months of engagement, hours of planning, a whole weekend for the hen do even, and the lifelong deal was done inside twenty minutes and a couple of hymns. Even the photos took longer than the actual service.

New York wasn’t somewhere you came to find yourself again, it was somewhere you came to become something, someone, new.

There is a good chance I look as if I am wondering whether or not I’ve left my hair straighteners on. Shit! What if I have left my hair straighteners on?

if you don’t know whether or not you’ve been in love then you probably haven’t.’

There’s nothing worse than staying when there’s nothing to stay for

once one person’s heart is out of it, it’s really all over

I hate when people say they like all kinds of music. That just means you don’t love any

The aisle looks really, really long.

And my tiara feels so tight.

Can you put weight on around your head? Have I got muffin top on my scalp? And my shoes really hurt. No matter how beautiful or how expensive they might be, the balls of my feet feel as if they’ve been up and down a cheese grater and then dipped in TCP.

I saw Mark standing at the end of the aisle, looking relaxed and happy. Well, I suppose he doesn’t have to walk down it in four-inch Christian Louboutins

had time to blink

look sick as a dog.