Saturday 23rd saw me stuck at my niece’s wedding for 8 hours or more, it seemed endless. Now Kayleigh and Jonathan are a nice couple but, her mother is a right slag and not a very pleasant person all round.
That aside, we did the right thing and turned out largely for Kayleigh’s sake and that of my brother. Heaven knows we do not get out much as a family anyway so it should have been a good opportunity to catch up. However, having been strongly bored by all the phony good humour at my own wedding I have never taken too much to attending others, I am not really a party animal by any means. Annette enjoys these sort of things but, this is marred somewhat by my yawning and looking at my watch every 10 seconds.
When the room is full of low life slappers from Kayleigh’s mother’s side either in full blown pregnancy or showing the post natal bulge in tight short dresses it is not a pretty sight. Add a good mix of children in many shades of brown through to pale pink and the sort of men that would fit well into any rock & roll film rumble and I begin to feel superior and out of place. Sorry, working class I may be through and through but, this lot would definitely buy “Scum Class” tickets on Clarkson’s car train.
Then there is the music, sigh!!! Full bass Jamaican style reggae blaster mix of pop even to the point of mixing this sound with a crappy country and western line dance tune, which proved to be very popular with the crowd. I should have taken a MP3 player or broke a leg or something, it was not by any means a good day out for me. Adam also commented on the music and had the good sense to beg a lift home with Joy and Dan when they bailed early.
To make things worse I always come out of these things as the bad guy with Annette because I refuse to enjoy the torture. I must be a closet snob, I just cannot get into this Chav culture.