At dinner, there were sorcerers acting the tables. Photograph: Graham Turner for the Guide for the Guardian
In 2010 I went to the marriage of my ex-husbands boss. The liturgy has just taken place in a exceedingly fancy Footballers Wives-type inn in Surrey. Wed booked an everyday room but the groom had paid for everyone to be upgraded to suites with their own garden. He likewise went 10,000 in cash the day before simply is payable for all the different entertainers not including the cost of the inn, meat and glass of course.
We arrived to a fibre quartet, and the acrobats sounded shortly after that and did a number while we booze champagne before the meal.The starter was asparagus prostitute, and as there had been so much champagne before the dinner, there was a rush for the loo before the main course. The smell of asparagus wee-wee when you opened the door to the madams was extraordinary.
We then went into dinner where there used to be magicians operating the tables. Just before pudding, the servers burst into psalm the latter are good and it was actually quite funny. The whole happen was absolutely ridiculous and had nothing at all to do with two beings pledging their love to one another. And by 4am the inn had entirely run out of champagne, apparently. Quite the most horrible and yet stupefying marriage Ive ever been to.