Nas47
Road-Weary Traveler
Yeh...trip with my wife somewhere.with a car across Europe.From here to Lisboa and back.Came back with trunk filled with nice food,wines....a lot of pictures.Typically oldfashioned.
In case you're wondering, I took a CD with 'You'd Better Believe It' on it. No fucking about with "I don't have it" shite!
Non Hawkwind fans, nothing to see here, move along please!![]()
Been there. Married in a medieval castle, both me and my wife off our crusts on meth. No alcohol and nobody knew otherwise - a full formal suit allows a lot of leeway, at your wedding!
By the end of the night, my wife whispered to me, "my face is aching, from smiling!" That and when she was walking up the aisle were THE highlights (upon turning around to see her, I thought, "for once, I really have made the right descision).It also allows a lot of leeway at someone else's wedding.
The first time me and the mrs took ecstasy was at a friend's wedding. It was an extremely posh affair. The groom's parents were both magistrates and the bride's brother was a cop. So the place was full of filth.
We each dropped one of the original doves.
I was wearing an Yves San Laurent suit I'd bagged at a charity shop for 17 quid with my long hair tied back in a pony tail. The mrs was wearing a slinky black dress with high heeled boots.
Only the bride, groom and best man knew what we were on and found it highly amusing as we proceeded to own the dance floor to the jazz band that was playing.
Apparently we caused quite a stir. After the party, people were asking our friends "who were that couple?" "Is he a fashion designer?" "Is she a model?"
No. We were just a couple of hippies off our tits on drugs.
As you said, a good suit is all you need to impress vacuous cunts.
My fantasy wedding is to remain unmarried but relating to the above...one awesome wedding I do remember attending (1999) we ended up taking vast amounts of drugs with certain ex HW members (a couple of the og's at that) as they were playing at the 'reception' (a two day blowout in a warren of barns/outbuildings)...ended up jamming withe then for around an hour so you could say that was my dream wedding in fact!In case you're wondering, I took a CD with 'You'd Better Believe It' on it. No fucking about with "I don't have it" shite!
Non Hawkwind fans, nothing to see here, move along please!![]()
As you said, a good suit is all you need to impress vacuous cunts.
I love a really nice, tailored suit. Makes me feel like billy big bollocks. Rarely wear one mind, but I do like the feeling a nice suit gives you.
I find people do address you better and make nicer assumptions if you’re wearing one. Over my much more casual jeans and a shirt for instance.
Couldn’t tell you what the delivery guy thinks of me when I answer the door in my pants and a hoody though![]()
Sounds like a blast.Thai beach, techno party, loads of xtc for the party and lovely pure white heroin for the comedown. Ofc, fuck the missus brains out in between the X and the heroin. My perfect Wedding![]()
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U can always invite fellow blersSounds like a blast.
I'd love a beach too (Mediterranean or Caribbean, but away from the tourist resorts) and a beach bbq with a handful of friends. Trouble is I don't have enough friends left to amount to a 'handful'.
So just the registry office and then order a slap - up takeaway I guess.. # shrugs #
I'm gonna stock up on the naloxone.U can always invite fellow blers, although no nevermind, that would be a bad idea. At least 3 ODs and 1 casualty at a gathering like that xd
Good idea.I'm gonna stock up on the naloxone.
Dark.watching my spouse remarry
At a mates (first!) wedding, me and my 1st partner, Karen, decided to get up and dance to Kate Bush's 'Army Dreamers'. Now what no one knew was that I had taught Karen to waltz (mam taught me) and the song is in 3/4 time. Cue two stoned, speeding off their crust hippies waltzing around the dancefloor. All that time I was just whispering, "one - two - three" repeatedly to Karen. When the song was fading out, I noticed no one else was on the dance floor, just lots of my mate's inlaws staring. I felt like asking, "you never seen two stoned hippies waltzing?", but good sense got the better of me, so we both just bowed and walked off the dancefloor...It also allows a lot of leeway at someone else's wedding.
The first time me and the mrs took ecstasy was at a friend's wedding. It was an extremely posh affair. The groom's parents were both magistrates and the bride's brother was a cop. So the place was full of filth.
We each dropped one of the original doves.
I was wearing an Yves San Laurent suit I'd bagged at a charity shop for 17 quid with my long hair tied back in a pony tail. The mrs was wearing a slinky black dress with high heeled boots.
Only the bride, groom and best man knew what we were on and found it highly amusing as we proceeded to own the dance floor to the jazz band that was playing.
Apparently we caused quite a stir. After the party, people were asking our friends "who were that couple?" "Is he a fashion designer?" "Is she a model?"
No. We were just a couple of hippies off our tits on drugs.
As you said, a good suit is all you need to impress vacuous cunts.