Mad Uncle Eric
Didn't take a penny from the families (OK I think the flowers were paid for by a parent) but saved up for a year or so like mad things.

The result? We invited who the hell we liked, none of this "you've got to invite so-and-so 'cos you've invited thingy, but not at the same table as whatsit etc etc". So the guest list consisted entirely of people who had been nice to us, so f'rinstance my Brother In Law's parents came but some of my own family were politely told they could jump in a woodchipper.

Cake? Made by a friend. Invites/stationary? Home-made. Swords? Borrowed from ex-Marine (why did we need swords? don't ask). Cars? Supplied by friends. Reception at local hotel, all our pals turned up for the evening do (sorry, too skint to put on a free bar but there's curry & chilli at ten). I did have to hire my kilt, though. Even the band agreed not to cancel (singer's wedding anniversary) if their WAGs could come for the party and yummy scoff.

Best night ever.

Her posh or pseudo-posh mates bleated on about paying £20k and sodding off to the Maldives. We spent loads less, sodded off to the West Highlands and are still together with two osoklets 6 years later.

And we didn't have to invite Mad Aunty Eric or little cousins Ebolavirus and Nokiacharger.

Best fucking night ever.




(Not the best night's fucking ever as 100 people were buying me malt whisky and I got tangled in my sporran, fell over and fell asleep in the bridal suite)
(osok Rebel without a clue, Fri 4 Jan 2008, 16:07, Reply)