A Bummer Of A Wedding
This is sort of to do with voyeurism, well if you can be a passive voyeur!

I went to my ex-boyfriend's Mum's wedding up on the outskirts of Glasgow. It was a fairly cheap affair - in fact they supplied us with an incredibly budget version of White Lightening cider to drink, which they had kept in the fridge over night to make it an alcoholic slush. Classy.

Anyway I'd been asked to film things, which I happily agreed to do. A few days later, we all sat down to watch my Danny Boyle-esque masterpiece, which went down really well. In fact my boyfriend's 80-year-old grandmother found it all very amusing...until the end of the film that is.

It suddenly cut to hardcore scenes of incredibly graphic gay sex.

It turns out that my flatmate had used the camera to film him and his boyfriend shagging, then the re-wound the tape and then forgot to tell me. It must have been on for a good 10 seconds before I managed to stop it.

"Erm, it's not us" I spluttered, incredibly red-faced and shocked that I had exposed a lovely old lady to this kind of wanton action.

"Then who is it," asked a clearly shaken granny, obviously even more shocked that we had been filming someone else. I’ve never had a Christmas card since.
(lostbear, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:21, 1 reply)

voyeurism...
is generally passive is it not?
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:29, closed)