Aug
24
The Best Man
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No. Not him! Me. I’m the best man. That’s the groom.
I’m still on holiday—currently in St Saud, France, where I shall be the best man at my good friend Aidan Kemsley’s (pictured) wedding, this Saturday.
About one week ago I warned the groom that unless he had at least a draft of his speech ready by the time I arrived, I would be forced to post an incriminating photograph from the stag do (batchelor party). He failed. I have been forced to carry out my threat.
Aidan, I shall not warn you again. Next time, it will be a video file!
(P.S. thanks to the EiNY contributors who are doing sterling work. Keep it up!)
2 Comments
August 25th, 2005 at 8:27 am
I have to say that I’m not entirely shocked that Aidan’s left it until the last minute to meet his speech deadline. A bit like all thiose degree essays, then.
But as Dennis Norden says, I’m sure it will be alright on the night.
August 26th, 2005 at 3:34 pm
I’ve got his speech…”Yabba Dabba Doo!!!”