Wheaton’s Way – Wedding season in Cayman
Yes, it’s wedding season in Cayman, when couples express their love for each other against the backdrop of a setting sun while a violinist plays the entire Air Supply discography.
“How the heck would you know?”, some of you might ask.
Because I’m in the entertainment industry, that’s why, y’cheeky individuals.
Hard as it is to believe, I have never been a bride … but I’ve played the role of maid-of-honour numerous times. It’s been a minute since last I held the train and flowers of the bride while she got on with the ceremony, which is probably a good thing, as – if one was to follow conventions – I’d still be called a maid-of-honour at this ripe old age of 56. I don’t know what would be worse; the whispers in the church of “OLD maid, you mean …” or being called ‘matron-of-honour’, which has got an unflattering ‘Downton Abbey’ ring to it. Do you think Lady Mary would ever allow herself to be called ‘matron’ while there was still breath left in her body? And we all know what a striking resemblance I bear to her, so … For a more complete summary of the story, please see the below link:
Published on: Apr 16, 2026 01:40 PM