
Attending 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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( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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but i did kick up a fuss and scream at the vicar, who wasn't pleased. I don't think god will ever forgive me for shouting at one of his manservants.
( , Sat 16 Jul 2005, 17:58, Reply)
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