WeddingsAttending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in-fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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It seemed like a good idea at the time...Attended a cousins wedding two summers ago and made the mistake of treating the all day bar as a mere warm up for a night out at a local hole of a nightclub with dangerously low priced drinks.
Hazy on the details, but an ill judged shortcut over an impressively high fence left me with a knackered leg, torn and bloody trousers, hands covered in anti climb / anti vandal paint and thoroughly trapped inside the boundaries of a local school.
Finally escaped some hours later, well after dawn broke and illuminated an escape route through (literally through, thinking about i can still feel the sharp wire and thorns) a fence-hedge combo.
Later still, fell sequentially into a just opened newsagents, phonebox then somewhat less than impressed taxi for an awkward journey home.
Spent the next week or so explaining away the injuries as the result of being run over whilst drunk, as at some point I'd decided that was marginally less embarrassing than the truth, and now have a healthy respect for and fear of 'whisky' with a price that gives change from a two pound coin when drinking doubles.
Oh, and for workboresme, the club was Spiders, the school David Lister, and yes, Hull is a bit shite :) *waves from nearby market town*
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 2:17, Reply)
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