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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First danceMy mates got married. Resplendent in non-traditional kit, the bride was stunningly victorian and the groom strangely cool in his top hat and leather strides. We all arrived in time for the buffet and beer, naturally. The beer wasn't quite quick enough in effecting my sense of sensibility though...
I'd promised to go dance to the improbably silly Soft Cell song "Sex Dwarf" with the happy couple, in a vain effort to break the ice on the dance floor. 'Bollocks to that' I was thinking in my sober state - but they played it anyway. Oh dear...
The bride and groom take the floor to boogie to a strange song by a screamingly gay man about how he likes to lure disco dollies into a life of prostitution and porn with his sex-slave dwarf on a leash.
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no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Tue 19 Jul 2005, 10:57,
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