The deafening, distorted sound of Have I the Right? pounds from speakers as the flashier kids in their best shirts skid across the empty dance floor on their knees.
Brazen Freddy shows up, to everyone’s annoyance, baggy suit hanging off his skeletal frame. Everyone will mutter with scornful side eyes, hissing ‘he’s only there for the free bar…’
I will awkwardly dance with a much older bridesmaid to golden oldies. Drinks are spilled and the “buffey” is sacked. And it’s hi-ho silver lining…
By the time the first brawl erupts I will be sleeping under coats on a row of chairs.