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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Bastard BouncersTwas my uncle's best mates wedding. The reception was in my local village hall.
As a condition of renting the place, they insist the party hire doormen to keep out any unsavioury people (read: bastard dirty chavs).
So, me being 6 foot 3 and rather well built I was asked by uncle if I would do it. Why not?! Easy money and free beer.
So the night comes, I get a friend of similar size to help out and we sit on door all suited up.
I honestly didn't think we'd have anything to do.
Come about 10 pm we're very hungry so we decide the place can look after itself for 5 mins and make a quick dash for the local chineese.
On returing with our aromatic duck we discover 4 crates of beer, 6 boxes of wine and a third of the DJ's CD collection have been swiped by a bunch of the aforementioned 12 year old chavs.
Ooops. Still got payed though :)
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 16:17, Reply)
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