
Attending 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.
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Several years ago, an old college friend of mine finally tied the knot. It was a lovely day... aparently.
I on the other hand was happily getting pissed with mates in the pub. I got my dates wrong. It was the 4th, not the 14th.... ooops!
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:00, Reply)
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