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Much better with a good funeral knees up

Perhaps, as long as it's short and sweet! It means having to wear a shirt and tie though, so that's a pisser....:rolleyes:

TBH, I only really enjoy socialising with folks I know well, who are of a similar age, and with whom I share common interests. Otherwise, it's a chore and avoided at all costs!

Marco.

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Perhaps, as long as it's short and sweet! It means having to wear a shirt and tie though, so that's a pisser....:rolleyes:

TBH, I only really enjoy socialising with folks I know well, who are of a similar age, and with whom I share common interests. Otherwise, it's a chore and avoided at all costs!

Marco.

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you better come to mine ;)

Lol... I will, but that won't be for AGES yet!;)

Marco.

i wouldnt bet too much on it.. but hope your right:lol:

You might outlive me, ya bassa!:eyebrows::D

Marco.

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That's certainly true, but I have to admit that, out with of the eating and drinking part, I'm no fan of weddings, particularly if you only know a small percentage of folks there, which unless it's your own, is often the case! The same goes for Christenings, as I don't 'do' cooing over babies either.

I'm not one for engaging in 'small talk' at the best of times, and so sitting round a table for hours talking shite to some stranger about pish I'm not in the slightest bit interested in (their kids or whatever), bores me to tears!:rolleyes:

And then you've got the 'night do', and having (yet again) to sit at a table for hours, only this time deafened by some shite music, playing through a pair of even more SHITE distorted speakers, by some dimwit 'DJ', such that you can't hear anyone speak, then having to smile and endure watching a load of old grans and kids 'dancing' to the 'Birdie Song' (or whatever), and pretending to enjoy yourself, whilst inside you're cringing and DYING to get home, isn't exactly my idea of fun!!:doh:

Sounds familiar...? Consequently, I avoid them like the plague.

Marco.

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Ya grumpy bugger! I was going to ask you to be my plus one at my uncle Derek's night do.

Boring weddings are what alcohol and recreational drugs were invented for! Then even the worst of the DJ's selections can sound ok (but not the Birdy Song, there aren't enough substances in the world to make that listenable). And if you get too pissed or wasted, people will leave you alone. It's a win win!

A word of caution: overdoing it might make the bride's mother look great, really overdoing it might make the bride's dad look great, and that's never going to end well.

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Ya grumpy bugger! I was going to ask you to be my plus one at my uncle Derek's night do.

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Ha...trust me, I'm most often the polar opposite of grumpy, but I just can't stand that sort of inane shite. I'll make an exception for you though, shweety!:eyebrows:

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Boring weddings are what alcohol and recreational drugs were invented for! Then even the worst of the DJ's selections can sound ok (but not the Birdy Song, there aren't enough substances in the world to make that listenable). And if you get too pissed or wasted, people will leave you alone. It's a win win!

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Yes, but I'm not a big drinker, and also usually driving, so sitting there sober as a judge, listening to 'aunt Petunia' chuntering on about her prize roses, or such like, or suffering listening to some cack pop music, played full pelt through a distorting PA system, is the very definition of torture!

I'd rather pick crabs out my Jap's eye with a rusty needle.

Marco.

I see what you mean, to endure these things stone cold sober would be grim beyond words.

Glad that you can make it to uncle Derek's do though. Going by his behaviour at his previous four weddings (they used to call it civil partnership), he uses these do's to shop around for his next partner, and you could be just his type!

Dress code: same as that weekend we had in Blackpool. :booty:

I'd rather the one we flounced around Brighton in, ducky... That rubber catsuit of yours was simply to die for:kiss:

Marco.