In the first flush of love you believe it will last for ever. It was 2007 when we first laid eyes on Don’t Tell the Bride and it felt like the real thing. The BBC Three reality show dragged a salt-of-the-earth couple out of obscurity and gave them a tidy sum to get married, on the (legally binding) understanding that the groom would organise the event in three weeks. He then scurried around, barking into his phone like some doomed Apprentice contestant while the woman contemplated the ruination of her big day. It was low-stakes, high-reward paydirt.
Anyone expecting the brawling, dress tearing and cake smashing of Bridezillas was to be disappointed. There were no slanging matches descending into wild west free-for-alls. This was definitively British drama where the angst came