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.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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My bride-to-be was HungarianAnd they have this nice little tradition that during the reception the bride is "stolen." For her to be returned the groom has to perform a forfeit, usually sing a song.
Now, I'm a professional muso, but the thought of having to "sing" puts me in a panic.
Cue attempts to charm/bribe my way out of it.
So I'm up on the stage and that black microphone mouthpiece looks HUGE. Guitarist asks me what I'm gonna sing.
"Any ideas?" I ask.
"What about "Hey Yood?"
"What?"
"Hey Yood!"
"Oh....Hey Jude. Erm, OK"
Half way through I forget words AND melody and end up doing a half-assed Shatner on it.
After, brother comes up and says "Well that was really catchy."
"Really?"
"Yep. Like typhoid."
Got the missus back though:)
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 18:56, Reply)
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