I’ve been planning for and preparing for this wedding for a long time. It would seem however that others have been doing the same. Let me elaborate a little.
Several months ago I sent out invitations to all my guests. These invitations contained such information as where one could stay, local taxi numbers and little nice to know bits like that. The idea was that people could then book ahead and ensure that they had their accommodation sorted out and that they could plan how they would get to and from the function. As I said, I sent these out months before.
Now, there is another wedding in the local area on the same day as mine. Fair enough, I hope they have a great day, however… whoever is organising that one is one ruthless bastard.
It would appear that whoever I or my guests ring, the other wedding party has been there first. I’m not talking about a phone call and a quick chat either. These guys are actively booking up everything in the area. I’m talking about the entirety of hotel accommodation at some hotels, and even booking a cab firm to cater solely for their own guests.
Ruthless gits eh?
I’ve toyed with the idea of calling up as an anonymous guest and booking three cabs to London, or perhaps cancelling the need for any cabs at all. I won’t though. That would be mean. Then again, there are no medals in the church grave yard as one wise man once said.
Oh well, best get back on with my own wedding planning. Though wedding sabotage sounds fun I’m a bit too busy saying as mine is tomorrow.
Author: Mark S Thompson
Okay, so these things are kind of hit and miss. If you’re reading this then I am thankful to you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I’ll be honest, when I think of myself as a writer, I kinda cringe. Don’t get me wrong, it is the dream, it's just I never really believe it will go anywhere.
When I think back to the day that I first knew I loved writing, and I mean really knew, I see myself sitting in an English lesson at secondary school. The school was called Wrotham and is in the county of Kent, England. As far as I know, it's still there. English was far and away my favourite subject. The best bit was when the teacher gave the class a selection of words and asked us to make up a story that either contained those words or was about those words, you know. At other times we would be given the first sentence and then write what happens next. Good times. Many times my work would reflect what I had recently read and it would be okay. Nothing special, just okay. On one occasion though I wrote about a merman called Finchy and can remember going into so much depth and detail about him and the underwater kingdom he lived in. I really enjoyed writing that and it must have shown because my teacher commented on it. She was really impressed and loved the story. That was it for me, my moment. Now when I write I think back to those great times and to that story. Hopefully, I’ll write something that you, the reader, will be moved to comment on. For me, there is no greater elixir
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