Friday, 12 July 2013

Response 4: Beige Buffet!

The familiar sound of Whitney Houston’s “I wanna dance with somebody drifts” assaults my ears as I arrive at a scene, which has been played out a million times!

I greet the bride and groom, manfully trying to avoid the brood of small children sliding on their knees, like miniature suicide bombers intent on bringing down the adult targets.

The draught ridden church hall, the seminal venue for all cheap & cheerful events of this nature is filled with a collection of disparate individuals; the embarrassing Uncle, inebriated best man, work colleagues past & present, a curious mixture all waiting for the main event.

The music stops, the stampede starts, old people invigorated by the enticing prospect of feasting on such delights as the humble sausage roll, the ever delightful allure of the pork pie, forget old faithful garlic bread, eyes down tuck in, it’s time for the beige buffet!

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha this is an exact description of 80% of weddings I have attended.