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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Did anything go right?My old lady was bridesmaid to what must have been the most cocked-up wedding ever.
1. Bride had put on just a tad too much weight since ordering her dress. The back wouldn't button up and had to be held close with safety pins.
2. A chunk of the family had arrived by coach. Unfortunately the wedding was in the shitiest parts of Fife, and during the service the local schemies twocked the coach and nicked 150 quid.
3. By the time the police had interviewed everyone the reception lounge had closed and the caterers had buggered off.
4. Hurriedly booking the top floor of a pub, Bridey's mum got to work baking sausage rolls.
Not funny-ha ha, just excruciatingly sad-ha ha.
(, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 7:17, Reply)
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