How a good man's never down, well I say a good man - okay, yes a good man.
Above: big posh place in the sticks were Rich 'Chinese-Monkey' Allan got married on Sunday.
Rich 'Chinese-Monkey' Allan's wedding day was going exactly according to plan right up until Jay Schwodler's best man speech. The sun was shining, nobody had been in a fight. Not yet. And Greg Baker wasn't trying to have it off with anything with a front bottom. As best man, Jay Schwodler's duty was quite clear. We were all expecting him to give a half arsed speech that nobody could really hear properly and then, as good friends, we were going to let him have it.
the Bride and groom - Adele and Rich
Best man, Jay Schwodler and his missus....pwoar...you would, wouldn't you. She's not bad either.
After the ceremony we sat down to dinner. The father of the bride choked back a tear or two before the groom thanked his beautiful bride and then it was time. Time for the best man. Everybody was ready. We were all tooled up to the nines. Tomatoes, spuds, cauliflowers, even those funny little things that I think are called kiwi fruits. Anything we could use to launch at Jay's nut. Jay stood up, took out a set of cards from his pocket and then shocked the entire audience into complete silence by reading a very good speech. Can't remember exactly what he went on about, but it went down a storm.
Bryn Schwodler and Rich Allan relax.
After all the formalities everybody had a good drink and a good time and then it was gone two in the morning and anyone with half a brain had cleared off home or back to their hotel room. Going home on foot was an option, as long as I didn't mind spending my bank holiday Monday walking for 11 miles. Then I remembered that taxis had been invented and got in one.