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Meat and greet
My parents and my fiancées parents had decided to meet as my mum and dad live abroad and it would be the only time they could meet before we are getting married.

Anyway, my dear parents turn up late, which is fairly normal, after quaffing a few G&T’s on the train. So we head up to the restaurant to do the big meet and great.



My fiancées parents are salt of the earth left wing Londoners and they love to swear. My mar and par are decidedly not, so both sides including Ben and myself were a bit worried about general chit chat.



As we walked in we arrived into a restaurant in chaos with the future in-laws at the centre of that whirlwind. There was blood, there were broken chairs and there was a lot of swearing going on.



I can only imagine the in-laws had got a bit nervous, anyway… Mrs C had shuffled in her chair and in doing so caught her finger in between the leg and the seat, ripping off the top of her index finger in the process. I can only imagine the following events, but apparently as her screams were echoing round the room, Mr C leant over to check out her finger, moved his seat forward and as he did so gouged a huge hole out of his middle finger in exactly the same manner.



We arrived as the manager of the restaurant was trying to subdue the situation asking Mrs C to shut the fuck up and stop making a fuss. That didn’t’ go down too well. Eeeeek. Introductions were eventually made but were a bit tricky due to the blood spurting out of hands wrapped in whole loo rolls.



But hell it broke the ice, and we got a free bottle of Champagne for it.



I can confirm I have never been back to that restaurant since.
(Tue 2nd May 2006, 11:56, More)