
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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Less casual on the part your nan though.
The father of the bride at the wedding I went to was more of the 'not comfortable about anyone who might not be able to join my golf club regardless of whether they were black or a plumber but I'm just trying really hard to show that I'm down this kind of thing (although it wouldn't happen in my day)' kind of a chap.
The groom also went on at length about a mutual female friend in his speech. Perhaps a bit too much for the listeners' liking...
( , Mon 10 Nov 2014, 10:30, Reply)
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