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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For my wedding ...I was staying at a hotel at the bottom of the road to the hotel that was to be the venue of my wedding.
It had been arranged that myself and the other kilted groomsmen would walk up the high street in precession whilst a lone piper played at the top of the hill.
As it was the beginning of the Easter holidays the high street was quite busy but most were decent enough to stand back and enjoy the sight. Apart from some coffin dodging old man and his grandson who seemed to me to be deliberatley getting in the way.
The look of shock from my mum and dad and the now in-laws as we watched the wedding video and you can see me barging past these two and turning to call the old man a cunt for getting in my way!
The rest of the day was quite quiet .... apart from my brother enquiring (politely I may add)whether an old family friend of my in-laws was a paedophile and my new sister-in-law setting fire to the buffet table.
(, Tue 19 Jul 2005, 9:09, Reply)
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