On my Big Day, as I stood in a darkened Soho House waiting to float up the aisle, I began to experience a nagging feeling of familiarity. Everything was just as I'd wanted it: the twinkly Christmas trees, the candles, the boughs of holly, the scent of pine, the carol singers. Only one thing was missing: somebody jolly, dressed in red velvet, trimmed with fur: 'Oh my God!' I hissed to my bridesmaid, 'please tell me I don't look like Father Christmas!'