It was for this dodgy bloke i used to work just after we all got made redundant at this place, him and his girlfriend clearly hadn't worked out they hated each other. i had to sit next to a tree hugging american hippy, it was all a bit twisted, this other guy who worked with me there, his girlfriend got really pissed and told me all about how shit her boyfriend was very loudly which was nice. The guy who's wedding it was still owes me £80 incidentally.
Another one was this girl down my road, who got married to this really frightening very short busker called George, who used to play the bontempi organ in the underpass from tescos. It was bad, she wore a poorly fitting wedding dress and the whole thing was again one of those well twisted weddings. It was clear to everyone George was a messhead, and ended up being a drunken wifebeater which was no surprise at all, but how can you tell adamant people really. The girl was total trouble though, my dad was godfather to one of her kids who she'd had by a fairground guy she never saw again, one day my dad got a call from the cops saying his little godson had been being used to go through windows to enable his mum and her friends to burgle the house. It was sad, she got the kids taken away from her eventually as she fell into alcoholic oblivion, last i saw of her was an interview with her in a documentary about homelessness in Plymouth.
On another note, worst birthday party was my girlfriend's friend's husband, a born again christian accountant, who's wife i think sticks with him as she's EXTREMELY materialistic, the sort of person who sends out special cards to let everyone know that she's moving to a bigger house, and he earns a fair bit, despite being very boring. The only conversation i've ever had with him was about boilers, the highlight of the party was his dad wearing a hilarious scotsman outfit with a plastic ass on the back, that was sort of funny at least. It was in a church hall in Kent.