Bugger

Head-scratching and rethinking going on at this end. For those who don't know, I'm getting hitched this June: hobbled by pink ribbons. For the customary relaxing and idyllic honeymoon I'd settled on an island off the coast of Mozambique, somewhere I'd been to before briefly before getting chased out by poverty (my own) and cholera (other people's).

But this time was going to be special - desert island, white sand beaches, diving, sailing, lazing and, um, so on. Well blow that for a game of soldiers. Looks like sunny Bognor after all...