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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Example 2: Cousins weddingsCan we take the 'purple headed mountain' giggling as read?
OK. Cousin and husband met while attending Napier Uni, so many of the wedding guests and indeed the grooms family were young-ish Scots. In fact, on the stag night there were only 3 people from south of the border. I have to say it was a cracking night out, but as some of the scots got louder the inevitable abuse started. Some time towards the evening after yet another jibe one of the other english revellers mentioned that Braveheart was a great film, to general approval. He pointed out that he loved a film with a happy ending to somewhat less approval.
3 people were left behind by the coach to find their way home around 40 miles away. Care to hazard a guess at their nationality?
The wedding was reasonably flawless apart from the cake being dropped while being carried into the hall, and the most shambolic best mans speech ever. I have no idea to this day where it was going, but after opening pleasantries it became a story about the groom and best man shagging some girls from Manchester they met on holiday. The embarrased slack jawed silence got deeper and deeper as the story went on until the bride told him to "Shut up, for Gods sake".
Still happily married btw.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 13:01, Reply)
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