Picture the scene. It's the day after my wedding. The rain, which mercifully held off for the day itself, has started pouring down. My wife and I are supposed to be well on the way to our honeymoon, but were late setting off because I had, for some reason or other, a slightly sore head. Tensions are rising. My wife puts the key in the ignition, and the car won't start. The battery has died. I was the last one to drive it – I needed to move it out of the way for the ceremony. I must have left the lights on.
At this point, after less than 24 hours, my marriage is decidedly at risk. With a three hour drive to Cornwall ahead of us, and no way to start the car, and no other cars around to help us, things aren't looking good. But then I remember! One of the weirdest wedding gifts we received, the one I definitely raised an eyebrow at, was a portable car jump starter!
