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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Army Slapper WivesThe year is 1990, and my friend Emma is marrying Pete, an Army squaddie. She has a bridesmaid called Nikki, who frankly is giving me the 'come & fucking get it'.
Late afternoon, and a trip into Andover (the wedding was in Middle wallop or somesuch) and i blag a lift into town with three lads to get fags, and I say 'that bridesmaids def up for it, I'm in there, she's a fucking dirty slapper'....turns out her husband is in the front passenger seat. Cue silence. (Interestingly, not hostile, more embarrassed. Fair point.)
Ah well.
No result either, I imagine she got an earful & decided to let it go. Never mind, I got pissed instead.
Pete fucked off with Emma's ugly as sin 'best friend' (hardly) to Vancouver I think, where they still spawn apparently (after a period in Germany and then relocating to Ipswich where said affair kicked off). They had a daughter called Tabitha.
If anyone knows him, tell him from me he's a cunt.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 20:23, Reply)
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