The other day, I made the choice that unless it was going to be for a very good reason, I would not bother organising a party again. There are very few jobs that are as thankless as organising a shindig for people, whether it's a birthday bash, a corporate do or a wedding knees-up. Especially the last one, since the one thing that sticks out like a sore poke in the eye is politics. Since when did politics become a factor in a wedding? Sure, you want to invite a mate along, but that will mean that this person will be upset with you, or if you invite your fifth cousin because she's great fun, you are somehow obliged to invite every member of your family, regardless of the fact that you have no idea who they are or that they haven't seen you since the concept of you taking your first steps was discussed in the future tense. Why? It's my party. Don't like it? Diddums. Even my Mum fell foul of this logic recently, by suggesting I needed to invite her cousin. I don't even know who that is! If you make a rule of "No under 18's", then you instantly become a Commie Nazi relative hater. At least with a corporate do, you're doing it to please your clients!
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