Attending 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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(, Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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The challenge ended when my attempt landed atop the marquee.
(, Fri 7 Nov 2014, 13:57, 4 replies)
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