I'd been visualising this as a traditional wedding party and it's not a hard to see what's going to happen. Of course I'm there in a ill-fitting out of date Terylene suit, propping up the bar with some other Zarses and Dutch guests. Fran and Termie are in the mode of drunken aunts, grooving away to the Pizza Hut song played by a sallow DJ. JPC, Robspot, Soring Rhino and son and a few others have stuffed their faces full at the buffet, leaving nothing for the other guests. No doubt the Gimp has his eye on a bridesmaid or two, with a prospect to retiring to his hotel room, or possibly the carpark, and indulging them in his black arts against a wheely bin. Traditional has it that for no apparent reason a drunken brawl involving the best man ensues towards the end of the evening, resulting in the wedding cake stuck to the ceiling. Whilst I have no desire to see this tradition ended, it's not fair to ruin the big day, so can everyone just cool it, right, I'm appalled at such behaviour from member of CA...
Shabba!
