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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i spoiled the magicwhen we got married we had a typically large irish wedding - over 200 folk turned up. we drank heavily. i gave a very long and rambling speech, praising my folks, her folks, the bridesmaids, which went down quite nicely.
but when it got round for me to praise my new bride, i spoilt the magic. i got confused, and told the gathered masses that me and the mrs shagged on the first date.
cue uproar from the crowd - and cue scowls from mrs p, my mum, her mum, the minister...
i'm still getting slagged four years later.
(, Tue 19 Jul 2005, 16:37, Reply)
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