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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Mouth organistI play in a band so have been to more weddings than I've had hot dinners. I also found bits of the film "The Wedding Singer" to be much funnier than everyone else in the cinema. But to my tale:
I was playing in Paisley one night, and this old bloke came up and asked if he could play some tunes on his "gubby" (Paisley word for a mouth organ, more commonly referred to as a moothie in most of Scotland). So off he went, with us backing him. Halfway through a tune he put the fingers of his left hand into his mouth and deftly fished out his false teeth, and put them into his jacket pocket! He never missed a note, I swear.
At that same wedding, a man appeared near the end of the night as if he was waiting to pick someone up. He heard the last 15 minutes or so of the band, and came up at the end and said, "Tell me boys - do yiz do bookings?"
We were somewhat speechless - as if we had just heard there was a wedding on in Paisley and driven 80 miles with all our gear just in case they happened to need a band.
Watch this space. I've plenty more.
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:52,
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