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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Stay Very StillWe went to a wedding of two doctor friends, which was such a nice affair (firework display at the end and everything), that they decided to save some money on the photographer. They found one via work, who seemed to have all the right equipment (so to speak). He wasn't very friendly though, and seemed to have a problem getting everyone in the right position. He was especially annoyed when people kept moving, and as there were quite a few young children at the wedding, he was having a bit of a hard time, and giving everyone a hard time.
Anyway, after the wedding day, we met up with the happy couple and asked how the pictures had turned out. "Terrible!", was their reply. They found out too late that this bloke had never done a wedding before and was more used to doing more "medical photos". In particular, autopsies.
That would probably explain the large white slab he insisted everyone pose on...
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 17:12, Reply)
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