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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My wayFirstly, booze. I believe the tipple was Godmother shooters for some reason.
Then, I asked to play the wedding band guitarists guitar quietly, heh, heh.. he went for a tab and I cranked it right up. Cue the rock-gurn, drunken crap finger picking of the lovely Les Paul (wish I had one).
At that point, the utterly battered Groom joined me, singing My Way (Sex Pistols version), and kicking the mic stand down onto the gaping guests on the dancefloor.
Result! I barely knew the guy..
1 crying 6-year old bridesmaid
1 dad dragging groom off stage
1 me, disillusioned. Best gig I ever played. err... 'Best', read 'Only'
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:41, Reply)
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