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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My last effort as best manBackground - I had been best man twice before, both times in the 70. To my knowledge, both marriages are still going strong.
Cue to 1998. Best mate announces he is getting married (third time for him), wants yours truly to be best man.
Come wedding day. Ceremony goes off without a hitch. Time for me to say a few words. Start with the line "Well, I am well qualified for this job, having done it twice before, and both marriages are still going strong." Cut to groom going white, thinking I am going to make some smart-assed remark about his previous matrimonial disasters. But I behaved myself.
Then bride's father - some dopey, Shrompshire cnut, pissed as a newt, rambling on about some stuff. He collapses back in his chair a few minutes later.
Best part - dancing with bride's sister - bridesmaid, a lovely Salop lass. Lots of views of sweet white boobage down the front of her dress, which she made sure I got lots of views of. Bad part - Lovely Salop lass's drunken twat of a boyfriend was with her.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 19:27, Reply)
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