As I walked into the bride-to-be’s hotel room, with five minutes to go before the ceremony began, she suddenly leapt to her feet and locked the door. ‘I can’t do this,’ she exclaimed. ‘I hate the groom.’ Calmly, I told her I could get us a car to take her away, but said I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless she talked to the groom first. She agreed, and after fetching him and telling
