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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Oh dear vicar...I was page boy to my parents friends wedding when I was about 14 and by "page boy" this meant I was given this behomoth of an archaic video camera and told to point it at the bride and groom and record the ceremony. His name was Morgan, hers... Mandy.
Oh the poor vicar was having such a hard time not saying it, but to his credit he got all the way to the "kiss the bride bit" before he said with gusto "Mork and Mindy - I now pronounce you man and wife".
There was a gentle titter of amusement, everyone surprised he'd held off for so long but then as the happy couple shared their first married kiss he leaned forward conspiringly and whispered "Nanoo Nanoo eh, I bet that happens all the time".
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:31, Reply)
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