Thanks again everyone. The Humanist minister remembered me. Thankfully there were a load of Patrick's drinking friends there so I didn't have to say Old Scrote to strangers. It was only a short piece as originally I had written the full story as an essay when I was studying Creative Writing with the OU so I just had to pick a few choice sentences and put them together. I shall copy and paste it into the private board.
Then after the service there was buckets of champagne and delicious nibbles and a bit of a party in the sunny courtyard of our favourite pub in town. I haven't had that much to drink for ages but it was such fun and much laughterness and loveliness as we all told our favourite stories about the Old Scrote.
I do feel hung-over today and this evening we've got a wedding party to go to. Secretly looking forward to a hair of the dog. I know I shall feel better then