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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Last weekendI was Best Man at my mates Wedding.
It was all over the show... He's from Manchester, marrying a girl from Swansea who he met down south... He got married in full highland regalia, and we had roast beef n yorkshire pudding as the main meal... I was waiting for the greek plate smashing to start any time after 9. It didn't, sadly.
Anyway, we're walking up to the church with many shouts of "Freedom!" and as we near the hallowed place I ask, jokingly, "You got the rings mate? I think I should have em now..." He stops... "Oh shit. I knew I forgot summat..." I laugh. He turns ashen. Legs it back to his gaff some mile and a half away to get the rings.
He bought us both a replica claymore sword. We got drunk, had a sword fight and he broke my index finger. Thank fuck they weren't sharp replicas, eh?
What else... erm... I got off with a 17yr old bird who loved my Manc accent. Go figure. Our kid.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:31, Reply)
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