Kylie and Weddings

Regular readers may recall that in a previous blog I describe how I have a syndrome named after me (admittedly by my). Well I am now going to divulge that I also have a phobia… not named after me, but I suffer from it. Its called “Nuptiaphobia”, and its something I suffer from at weddings. I am a terrible dancer, and the only place I enjoy doing it is in the kitchen for the benefit of my teenage daughter. She recoils in embarrassment at my bohemian writhing and sets about