(from 2013)
Reading posts about others people’s weddings
obviously brings back memories of one’s own family events. And father (or
father in law) behaviour.
The future Mrs O’s father had done a runner from her
mother many years before we got married, and was currently with partner number
two. But she wanted to renew contact, so he was prevailed upon to attend the
wedding. I remember that he had fortified himself in the usual way and insisted
on standing on a chair to give a speech – the only thing I can remember is the
old, old joke – “I got a bottle of wine for my wife...(pause)...it was the best
deal I had all day...” – and then my best man caught him as he almost did a
header onto the table.
Over thirty years later (this time with partner
number three out of the eventual four trying to keep him in order) he attended
our daughter’s wedding. I remember in the “church” how he snorted loudly at
certain aspects of the wedding service that didn’t quite fit his mindset. I
also remember how we dispensed with the “pay bar” at the reception, choosing to
provide all the alcohol ourselves – mainly so that we could “control” it. But
he still found a way around that somehow. Still, we organised a veritable
phalanx of cousins and friends to box him in, and the day passed without serious
incident.
I gave a speech I am told, but I cannot for the life
of me remember a word of it...
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