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IN THE BUSINESS OF CRASHING WEDDINGS

I was invited to the weeding last Sunday; not by the Groom or Bride to be, but by a friend who I am sure did not have an invite.

If I was younger, then I would have crashed it!! But as it involved getting all suited and booted up, I found it to be too much of a chore.

The first wedding I crashed was on a hot Sunday at a small chapel in London, we were bored. As we drove past the chapel, we stopped and asked the Limo driver where the reception was going to be held.

With the address firmly tucked in my pocket, Petpety and I went home, got changed and off we went.

To our horror, the wedding was not in the hall, but in a small semi-detached house where it was impossible to blend in seeing that Petpety and I were the only black faces.

But we had a plan to go on the offensive and ask the guests as we mingled if they were on Groom or Bride’s side. If they said ‘Groom’, then we would then say we are on the Bride’s side.

Somewhere down the road we were rumbled by the Groom’s brother and had to leave. But at least we had quaffed enough beers and filled our stomachs with food, though we did not get to taste the wedding cake. Something that we thought was totally rude and unfair of them- even though we were weeding crashers and black ones at that. The second wedding crash was in Uganda. Don’t miss……….!!!