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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At my brother's wedding, last month......the marriage itself went well, and when we arrived back at the hotel on Canary Wharf (the Marriott, for those who know it), someone jokingly asked the bride's dad (whose just-married daughter both me and my non-married brother traditionally don't get along with) "got anything to say?" to which he replied, in a bit of a joke-wrongly-put kind of way, "I'm glad at last to get rid of her."
I turned to my brother with a massive grin on my face and, to the silent room, went "that's possibly the best speech I've heard", thus taking the piss out of the bride and her dad in front of my genuinely impressed family.
The rest of my night had my drunken brother calling our new sister-in-law "little sis", which pissed her off royally.
Highlight of the night came, however, in my brother saying "Tuck in!" in a pirate voice when the food came along, causing me to snort red wine.
The bride's dad looks like Captain Bird's Eye, you see.
Fnar fnar
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TGP on the rock 'n' roll, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 0:33,
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