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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An alcoholic's blood would appear not to be thicker than water......My dear old dad, he used to like a drink, which, to his credit he's now managed to kick. Unfortunately this was a deciding factor in my folks divorce when I was a fragile 10 year old.
During this hedonistic time of Special Brew filled evenings he had managed to start seeing a new woman fairly frequently, but no amount of alcohol can really excuse neglecting to invite myself, my brother and our brand-new stepbrother and sister to the wedding that the two of them had enjoyed whilst we were at school one day.
Cheers then.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:13, Reply)
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