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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Youre 15. Youre at your uncles wedding.I was, as usual, designated to look after the kids. A bloody depressing job, as there was noone else there within 5 years my age (Which is a lot for a 15 year old).
You spend your time running round the hotel gardens with the kiddiewinkles, collecting pinecones and going 'squirrel hunting' (throwing collected pinecones at wildlife).
Laughter ensues when EVERYONE buys you a pint for looking after their kids. Cue one rather drunk teenager running around dirt paths, under bushes and generally ruining expensive suit.
Top it all of with a generous serving of toddler falling into a pond during the photos.
Luckily, we all survived.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 15:42, Reply)
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