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High life

Being the father of the bride has matured me – as I discovered in the nightclub afterwards

Marriage isn't my strong point, but it's the glue that holds the world together

24 May 2014

9:00 AM

24 May 2014

9:00 AM

So the wedding of my little girl to Andy Bancroft Cooke went off without a hitch, a wonderful ceremony in a beautiful Catholic church off Manchester Square, and even the weather played ball and gave us the most perfect spring day imaginable, cloudless and cool. Green Park was at its most glorious as we drank outdoors on the long terrace and lunched in Spencer House, which pulled out all the stops.

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