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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Night outin Richmond. Heard some funky jazz emanating from a nearby bar type thing. Looked a bit swanky, but we went in anyway.
It was empty, except the band and bar staff, but the music was good so we got the drinks in.
Soon this strangely familiar looking guy dressed in a white tux comes up and says
-"You going to be long, only I've booked this place for my wedding reception?"
-"oh, ok. You're off the telly aren't you"
-"Yes, I'm Paul Hendy, you may remember me from such shows as Family Fortunes and Disney Club"
Bit of a lame story perhaps, but it made our day anyway.
We also learnt that day that if you spit a big phlegmy green one on a duck it tends to yum it right up, unless the duck next to him gets it first.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 16:36, Reply)
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