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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TossersThe most miserable wedding I ever attended was that of one of my then-wife's schoolfriends who was marrying a Royal Marines officer.
At the church ceremony the happy couple had walked out of the church under an arch of ceremonial swords, and all the girls were swooning over all the nice handsome officers in their nice smart uniforms.
At the reception, the three of us young male civilians were generally being treated like so much shit on their shoes by the officers, who by now had changed into their evening-do uniform and looked like waiters.
So we compiled a short-list of songs to request from the DJ, hoping he'd have at least one of them. We hit paydirt with 'War' by Edwin Starr, and as it started, a murmur ran up the huge table where the officers were all sitting, as they realised they were being mocked. They made a scarily quick decision to pretend to be amused for the sake of appearances, but you could tell they were really quite pissed off...
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PastorSauce : easy on the anchovies..., Mon 18 Jul 2005, 16:19,
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