I’d absolutely love it if half the guests didn’t arrive on time as they’re sat in taxis driving round and around Essex looking for ‘Pickle Cottage’ that doesn’t actually exist!
You can just imagine the scene now, roasting hot after being sat in the back of a cab for hours in their chavviest wedding finery, the driver getting more and more exasperated as they get more and more screechy in their demands;
Guest: ‘Whaddaya mean you can’t find it, you have to find it, it’s Stacey’s wedding. It clearly says Pickle Cottage look, maybe you can recognise it, there’s a picture here on the invite here’ *thrusts invite in face*
Driver: ‘Right, I’ve had enough! I’m sorry but there is nowhere called anything like Pickle Cottage so I can’t take you there! I’ve had enough it this now, unless you give me a proper address I’m taking you back to where you started…’
Guest: ‘She definitely lives in Pickle Cottage, she’s Stacey Solomon. Wait, maybe you’ve seen the dog, look… *pauses whilst other guest whispers to her* … oh wait, ignore that, the dog’s dead. I don’t suppose you’ve seen the dead dog?!’
They head back to where they came from.
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