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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i was 10it was my cousins wedding, and my uncle being the rich bugger he is laid on the champagne by the bucketload, hence there were lots and lots of half empty glasses lying around, so yours truly decided to be helpful and finish them up for the nice people.
pretty soon i was fairly drunk, and couldn't work out why everyone was smiling and laughing at me (apparently drunk 10 year olds are quite easy to spot), anyway, speech time came, at the end of it my uncle proposed a toast to the happy couple, who are now mr and mrs bishop.
i jumped up onto the table and hollered, "to madge and harold!"
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 20:19, Reply)
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