that was actually nice enough. we then had a folorn pint in a busy bar and i headed off to get the train only to find that i'd missed the last one. walked in the still pissing rain to the coach station at the other end of town to find there no coaches back to london till 4am. walked back up to the best man's flat in the still pouring rain and slept in my wet clothes in an armchair.
the following weekend at the wedding having spent weeks sweating about what song to sing i was ignored by 200 people for the duration of my well-meaning but apparently inaudible version of "may you never". then i got thrown out for running round the greyhound track and they wouldn't let me back in to collect my guitar. i spend the cutting of the cake etc sitting alone and without a drink in the carpark.Statistics: Posted by dookerdoo — Thu Sep 20, 2007 3:07 pm
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