So here's how jaded I've become in my old age

The cross-dressing part of the "groom announces transvestitism at his wedding!" story wasn't the least bit interesting. He wears women's clothes, yawn. Rude/cruel to spring on your mother (possibly a problem if she has a weak heart or nerves) in that fashion, but not particularly interesting. I suppose the psychology of revealing your sexual secrets to the world could be interesting if 20 years of American television hadn't already explained it to me in lurid fashion.

The bride in the black dress? How 80s. A graphic demonstration of why I never wear sleeveless shirts in public. But not interesting.

Ah, here we go:

walking down the aisle with his bride Robyn, who he met in the ladies toilet of a nightclub.

Interesting, in a repulsive sort of way. If I am ever so desperate for male attention/affection that I start dating a man I meet using the women's room (exemptions granted for EMTs responding to a call or law enforcement working a case, 'cause they're not using the women's room they're working in), please shoot me.

The bride being an ex-pat from Chicago is interesting, too. Why would anyone voluntarily submit to the UK's worthless National Health and creeping Sharia? The first will give you free gender re-assignment surgery at the expense of cancer patients and expectant mothers, but the latter doesn't bode well for the wives of transvestites. Even burqa-wearing transvestites.

I'm going to start a category called "I don't understand the 21st century."