Heh heh Backwoodsman, I can see you in your knight's attire (not your night attire) galloping up on a white horse to woo me, proffering a spam sandwich on a golden plate. I'm afraid I'd merely say, "Sling thy 'ook mate! Where be me buttered crumpet eh?" (I'm an extremely classy bird you see.)

Many of the shops here have made a 'Wedding Window'. Even the dry-cleaners have a full-size plastic model of a bride in a wedding dress with a flag at the side and some hideous plastic flowers in a jar. (Says it all really)
I've decided not to put the BBC News on (it's 6pm here) because it'll be wedding wedding wedding, so tedious.