At dinner, there were sorcerers wreaking the tables. Photo: Graham Turner for the Guide for the Guardian
In 2010 I went to the wedding of my ex-husbands boss. The formality took place in a exceedingly fancy Footballers Wives-type inn in Surrey. Wed booked an ordinary room but the bridegroom had paid for everyone to be upgraded to suites with their own garden-variety. He likewise went 10,000 in currency the day before simply is payable for all the various entertainers not including the cost of the inn, meat and guzzles of course.
We arrived to a cord quartet, and the acrobats appeared shortly after that and did a number while we drank champagne before the meal.The starter was asparagus floozy, and as the man has been so much champagne before the snack, there was a rush for the loo before the main course. The smell of asparagus wee-wee when you opened the door to the maids was extraordinary.
We then went into dinner “where theres” magicians wreaking the tables. Just before pudding, the attendants burst into song the latter are good and it was actually quite funny. The whole happening was absolutely ridiculous and had nothing at all to do with two parties donating their love to each other. And by 4am the hotel had wholly run out of champagne, apparently. Quite the most horrible and hitherto stupefying uniting Ive ever been to.