I got married in 1983 for all the wrong reasons, never mind it was my choice and as such my responsibility. The wedding reception was held in the Lakelands Hotel in Scarriff and was in full flow, with the meal over when the music started. I was grabbed from behind by members of the Scarriff Rugby Club and manhandled away from the dance floor. On the way they managed to remove the tux and I was as naked a jay bird.
They carried me aloft out through reception and out onto the main street. My mother's cousin had a pub in the main street and the peleton made its way across the road, opened the door and shoved me inside.
There I was naked in the middle of a busy pub. What was a man to do, I went up to the bar and ordered a pint from me mother's cousin.
"Afternoon Johnny, pint please" says I
"Hello Ger, how's the wedding going" says he
"Grand" says I
He puts the pint on the counter, looks me up and down,
"Will I put that one on the slate Ger, you seem to have no notes, only small change" says he
Priceless
