• I was at a wedding once where the groom fainted (he was a big guy and hit the deck like a pole-axed cow) and set off a mini-mexican wave of sympathy-fainting in the congregation. It was a lengthy greek Orthrodox ceremony in a hot and airless church carved into the superheated face of a cliff in Crete that had been in the blazing sun all day. It was still oven-like with no breeze at all after dusk and we'd all been out drinking raki till the small hours the previous and preceeding five nights. Four of five other people went down in his wake. I very nearly did too and had to go and sit down outside. I still get a bit weak-kneed thinking about it now. Best wedding ever. *swooons

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