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.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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So many butAbout 5 friends and I were invited to a mate's wedding in Bedford.
We'd all arrived an hour early, found the church and, fortunately, to pass the time there was a pub very close by.
Four pints of Bombadier later, we stagger our way to the church and take our pews.
The Bridal March strikes up and enter the bride, whom none of us had met before that day.
She was rather on the chubby side, done up in a Victorian style wedding dress with her hair in a bun.
"Fuck me," quoth my mate Marie, "It's Queen Victoria!"
Cue gales of none too well suppressed drink-fueled laughter and dirty looks of the rest of the congregation.
Edit - Fast forward to my own wedding some years later when the same bunch of mates are in attendance. As there was a gap between the civil ceremony and church blessing, they'd spent the time wisely at the local beer festival.
The wife had chosen "All Things Bright and Beautiful" as one of the hymns and as verse 3 was sung there was the clearly audible lyric of "The purple-headed monster" instead of "mountain".... which set me giggling like a loon.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 13:35, Reply)
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