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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Bad behaviourWas once out on the piss with some mates in Richmond on Thames, got myself into impressive drunken haze then went for a wander. Found a big marquee, got curious, looked inside...
It was all set up for a wedding reception! Nice cake with fancy silver knife up one end, about eight poshly decorated tables, all looking lovely. There was also a dividing screen on one side cordoning off a "working" area with a table which held dozens of plates containing the cold starters, all wrapped in clingfilm ready to be uncovered and served at short notice. Curiously, there was nobody there keeping an eye on things. Nobody at all.
I am afraid to say I had an idea which, in my drunken state, struck me as very funny indeed. I sneaked in, took about ten plates of starters to hand out to my mates back at the pub, and also grabbed an old hammer laying around in the functional area and swapped it for the cake knife.
If this was your wedding, I am very, very sorry. Food was lovely, btw.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 15:04, Reply)
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