Tim wades through the wedding suit deluge of tails, frock coats and off the peg High Street mundanity in an epic quest for a whistle that makes him look and feel like a classic style icon for his big day. He wants a magic suit then.

Tim’s wedding plans rumble on, as does his stomach as he’s now sorted out their wedding cake with bespoke cake outfitter Yestercake. Do you see the point of the headline now? “Yes” To Cake. Yestercake. Yes to… oh forget it.

Warning: contains the line: “I love it when a flan comes together.”

From overseeing the traditional all girl bouquet toss beat-em-up to cowering behind his speakers when a wedding got ‘proper tasty’, Tim looks back on outbreaks of fisticuffs at weddings past.

Tim gets his wedding transport booked, and finds an unmissable opportunity to ride around town in his very own big red bus. And get his guests between venues with a minumum of fuss. But more importantly; “Brrrrruuuum!”

Tim fears that an eight legged, poisonous, dead Christmas gift from his future Father In Law is some sort of Australian mafia warning to treat his daughter right and “Respect me, respect the family. Cobber.”