So, it seems that the global economic meltdown is hitting my wedding (in just 100 days time!) hard, and again – or at least our (depleting) guest list. Now it seems, that not content with taking out my Icelandic cousins, its also taking out my US‐contingent lock, stock, and fully smoking barrels.

I’m going to get myself some clay, make myself some models of a load of bankers and start stabbing pins violently in the f**king b**st**ds. And if I happen to meet one of the greedy [insert synonym] its not going to be pretty.