No one gets married in a castle unless they own it.
Tags: The English
Grumpy Old Man
// Jun 30, 2011 at 8:37 am
Lympne Castle makes a packet from hiring out for weddings to the great unwashed of east Kent.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 8:49 am
I see from the article the bride-to-be’s parents live in Ledbury. I wonder if the castle mentioned is Eastnor Castle? A friend of mine got married in Eastnor church and had the reception at the castle. It was undoubtedly the most extravagant (but very tasteful) wedding I have ever been to. I can see why the bride would fancy it as a venue.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 9:02 am
Ms Bourne is my new hero, she takes over from Jason…
// Jun 30, 2011 at 9:40 am
I read the points in her letter and while I thought some of them were a bit much, I agreed wholeheartedly with most of them.
The point especially brought home was essentially “If you want a flashy wedding then perhaps you and your parents should cover the majority of the cost”.
Fair point. It used to be traditionally the brides family that paid for the wedding.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 9:58 am
” It used to be traditionally the brides family that paid for the wedding.”
I’ve told my daughter to elope.
So Much For Subtlety
// Jun 30, 2011 at 11:21 am
I have to say that I pretty much agreed with the Mother-in-law’s intent if not her methods. There were pretty appalling table manners by all accounts.
As for castles, what I think is particularly English about this is the assumption that what one’s own class does defines what all of mankind does. It ought to be self evident, indeed it undoubtedly is self evident, that a lot of British people get married in castles they do not own. But the invincible refusal to even acknowledge their existence makes me proud to be British.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 2:35 pm
“The email said Miss Withers’ behaviour had been so rude that it had left the family dog, Bomber, traumatized, depressed and anxious.”
The dog eats at table too, then? Nut case.
the great redacto
// Jun 30, 2011 at 2:36 pm
Yeah, I’m with dearieme – two daughters equals two ladders with, maybe, train tickets to Gretna Green.
But God, though, I’d love to be a fly on the wall the next time the Lady and the Ladette do lunch. Maybe they’ll just recognise that this is a case of irresistible force meeting immovable object and find some way of getting along. One’s sympathies lie with the poor sap of a lad sandwiched between them.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 6:03 pm
I have long held that snobbery is one of the great, underappreciated libertarian virtues. In the absence of law, imposed by the State, it is one of the more effective sanctions against bad behaviour to be found.
That being said, I give this marriage about the life expectancy of a jam doughnut at a Weight Watchers’ meeting.
// Jun 30, 2011 at 6:46 pm
The full text. It seems the young woman is diabetic, and made too much fuss about that as well. No wonder the dog was traumatised!
// Jan 14, 2012 at 10:32 am
Does anyone know of antbody who has slipped on the dance floor at Lymph Castle, Folkestone wedding venue.
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