Query. Would it be a serious breach of etiquette to run out on my own wedding?

This is the question Becky Steele asks herself as she clings to the window ledge of her parent's bathroom, grimly regarding the ten-foot drop into the dustbins below. She stares in disbelief at the meringue dress for which she has drunk only skimmed water for four weeks to fit into. This is a fairytale wedding, all right. Scripted by the Brothers Grimm.

The Jiltee is Julian, human rights lawyer. He airs the world's dirty linen for a living. Basically, the man frees the world's underdogs from their kennels.

So why can't Becky commit to this Knight in Shining Armani? Because as far as shes concerned, the word commit should only be used next to the word murder - which marriage surely is? Once married, will she never again get the urge to lambada naked in front of her pets? Never again steal a friend's fiance? Never again give him back again? Yes Julian's the right man. But has she had enough wrong ones?

Then theres the matter of the bionic buns of rock star tomboy Zack, a man so sexy he could open a deposit at a sperm bank. Nothing like a touch of IBS (Irriatable Boyfriend Syndrome) to make you horny and reckless with a complete and utter stranger. But having an affair with a younger man is exhausting. How can Becky keep herself young without drinking embalming fluid?

RELEASE NOTES:

Left on the table in the waiting area

I picked the book up from the reception at Gowmans Solicitors in Paignton in August. I tried to read it but found it contrived and heavy going so not to my taste.

I have today 26/09/07) left it in the ladies loo at the Hunting Lodge pub in Ivybridge, Devon and hope whoever finds it will enjoy the read.

CAUGHT IN PAIGNTON DEVON ENGLAND