Some years ago, I used to be part of a small choral consort of which my (then) wife was musical director and sometimes the organist as well. One of our best sources of income was from wedding services, because many churches were unable supply a choir and these days the average english wedding congregation can't be bothered to join in with the hymns - in fact it was often only us and the minister who were to be heard in the prayers and responses etc.

At one rather posh do, the bride had indicated beforehand that she would "do the traditional thing" and keep the bridegroom waiting for a while. The organist on that occasion was a lovely old female battleaxe who my wife knew quite well. She played a fine selection of introductory music and we were aware that the bride's limo had arrived. We carried on waiting and still the bride had not appeared and the organist was getting very angry indeed.

Suddenly she stopped playing, climbed down from the organ loft, made her way out to the front of the church and we all heard her shout "Little Miss Muffet - I'm walking back into the church now, and I'm going to play 'The Entry of the Queen of Sheba' whether you're there or not". I've never seen a bridal party appear so suddenly !