Tickled Pink [antikvár]

Ctepto One Watching Ritchie Dalgetty marry Sonia Tozer in Steeple Fritton's parish church was absolutely the worst thing that Posy had ever done. Sitting halfway down the nave, on the bridegroom's side of the aisle, naturally, she witnessed the man who had been hers since childhood plight his troth to another. Once the register had been signed - Posy hoped upon hope that it was in blood dripping from one of Sonia's more vital arteries - the happy couple emerged from the vestry, followed sullenly by five frightening prepubescent bridesmaids in candyfloss pink nylon. After pausing for a victorious moment on the chancel steps, the entourage then swept back up the aisle to the heart-rending cries of Whitney Houston swearing that she would always lurve yoooouuuu. For Posy and the churchful of guests, this came as something of a melodic relief after an interminable descant version of 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' from the First Lesser Fritton Brownies. Posy, who had been staring hard at her dusty hassock