i fell out with my father.
didnt speak to him nor any of that side of the family for over a year, and i find out he's getting married and wanted me to go. so i packed up my grudge and went to watch him be wed.

we got there and me and a few friends were staying in a nearby cottage. we'd had a fairly hectic stag night the night before and on the day of the marraige were all slightly worse for wear. so we thought perhaps some billy would liven us up a bit. and it did. we giggled through the ceremony and started caning champagne. a few bottles later and ive pulled the bridesmaid... result! the billy wears off and im paralytic, i hit the dance floor. drop my aunty on her back and throw beer on her.

and for the finaly, as the wedding car pulls away, i run out of the hall sideways, trip on a wall after which is a five foot drop onto concrete, smash my glass and cut my hand up, then i get lost on the 40yd walk back to the cottage, wake up on the driveway at 4am.

ive not spoken to my dad since really.

apologies for the essay.
( Tiggy Twitchin', Thu 22 Apr 2004, 16:04, Reply)