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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.

Tell us your wedding stories.

(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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My mate's wedding was a pretty religious affair being, as he and his wife are, evangelical christians.
The service and reception took place in the hall that doubles as their church. Needless to say the majority of the people there were of a very christian bent too.
Two things however really stick in my memory from the day. The first was that the music that the bride and groom walked down the aisle to after they were pronounced man and wife was Jump Around by the House of Pain.
Second was that the pastor who had lead the service also did the father of the bride speech as the bride's real father was no longer alive, and her mother was over from the Czech republic and didn't speak English. No real shock there, until he started talking about the groom's responsibilities and the honeymoon and hoping that the groom had "packed the vaseline". There was a bit of a shocked pause after that one.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 0:55, closed)

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