I’ve just attended my first gay wedding. Two long-standing and very dear friends, originally of my wife’s, now of our whole family, got married on a sunny Friday lunchtime on the south coast, surrounded by their families, and those closest to them. There was a general sense among us of “what on earth has taken you so long?” because the fifty-something grooms had in every other way committed their lives to each other three decades ago. If there has been any dragging of feet, though, it can’t be laid at their door. It’s down to the rest of us. They may have come to all their straight friends’ weddings over the years and celebrated with us, but their nuptials have only been possible since earlier this year following government reforms that allowed sa