Originally Posted by razorback Tony:
“A few years ago, a friend who lived near me in London with his Italian girlfriend got married to her in her home town, Siena.
He invited me and two other friends, one who was going to be best man.
I was single, the other two were married, but their wives didn't go.
We had a blast, and Danny, the best man, learnt his speech all in Italian, although he had crib notes when he gave it.
He brought the house down, the bride and her family thought it was great.
On our return, and after Paul and Mia came back from honeymoon, I snagged a date and the eight of us had dinner at Le Pont de la Tour restaurant at Tower Bridge.”
“A few years ago, a friend who lived near me in London with his Italian girlfriend got married to her in her home town, Siena.
He invited me and two other friends, one who was going to be best man.
I was single, the other two were married, but their wives didn't go.
We had a blast, and Danny, the best man, learnt his speech all in Italian, although he had crib notes when he gave it.
He brought the house down, the bride and her family thought it was great.
On our return, and after Paul and Mia came back from honeymoon, I snagged a date and the eight of us had dinner at Le Pont de la Tour restaurant at Tower Bridge.”
What a lovely thing to do, welldone him



