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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Baptist WeddingGot dragged to a baptist wedding in London by the wife (it was one of her workmates).
Firstly, not being religious types, we had to stiffle our giggles as the happy clapping started. I was dragged up catholic so i'm used to churches and masses but not when people are waving their arms ( showing of their "What would Jesus do?" wristbands) to the dodgy modern hymns.
Then the minister addresses the non-parishoners, saying that being a good person was not enough, you must give your life to Jesus or you're off to Hell.
And then he asked for our prayers. Silently I thought so i just looked at my feet. But no, randomly from all four corners of the church people were piping up in turn to pray for the happy couple. I'm sure it was nice for them, but to me it was just a bit to much like a cult.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 16:50, Reply)
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