Ian O'Doherty: Weddings are all panic, pandemonium and threats to my physical safety . . .
Unlike you lot, I'm not in the office today. Nope, I live far too glamorous and glitzy a life to spend a Friday stuck in the grind of slaving behind a hot keyboard -- I'm off to a wedding instead. In Athlone. Or maybe Arklow, I wasn't really paying attention, to be honest.
In my limited experience, I've learned that there are two types of people: those who approach an Irish wedding with a degree of trepidation, and mad people.
Over the last 12 months, I've been to several weddings -- all at the behest of the missus, who seems to have more friends and relations with every given day -- and when you go as a plus one, it's hard to feel that a) you want to be there, and b) that anyone wants you there anyway.