I like the sound of that wedding! I hate the sort where people bankrupt themselves - and everyone they know.
There were so many beggars in Winchester. It was dreadful, it was like walking through one of those rows of people waiting to flog you with wet towels. One young couple had a dog, and would beg for money to feed it. I bought tins of dog food from the pound shop just around the corner. Let's just say they were silent in their thanks.
I used to give one young man money when I first moved there, until it was gently pointed out to me that he had a council house and received benefits, he shared the house with several other beggars in Stanmore. I saw them returning home once with their shopping from the garage shop. I would love to be able to distinguish between the real and fake beggars.
My daughter said that the only ones she felt sorry for were the ones living in the hostel behind the library, who were only allowed back in in the evenings. She would buy them burgers and kebabs and chips at the end of her evenings out. As she says, we could end up like that one day, who knows.