And the bride wore…aquamarine.
Sarah Neville writes:
On tonight’s Don’t Tell The Bride, our groom tries to incorporate the theme of ‘Plenty of Fish’ by putting his non-swimming bride in a boat across a lake and dying her dress blue! (above)…
*puts on blindfold*
Don’t Tell The Bride at 10pm on RTÉ2
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this sort of poo poo is exactly why we need to find other planets to move to.
and spread it there!! no thanks’ this sort of poo poo is why other planets will not bother getting in contact with us after our tv signals reach them
Well I didn’t intend letting them come too, planning on upping the draw-bridge once I get on board to be honest.
the makers of this poo will be on board ark ship b, just like the golgafrinchans.
If the show was paying for it I’d remarry the missus and apply for this and try get it held on the International Space Station or in front of an erupting volcano or in a submarine at the bottom of the Marianis Trench or cordon off an entire city hire the populace as extras and do it on the middle of a zombie apocalypse or in a cathedral full of puppies and kittens or the deck of an aircraft carrier at the height of a typhoon or give everyone strong adhesive shoes and do it standing horizontally on the side of a skyscraper. Fish? Feh.
That’s if she’d remarry ya…
Nigel is married? WTF! Fair play to you Nigel… thought you were a lot younger than that :)
There’s hope for me yet …before I hit 50 !
LOL!
…I’m no where neeeeear 50 tho.
*ahem*
Ah, you just haven’t met the alt-right girl yet.
*runawayrunawayrunawayrunaway*
Clampers for First Dates Ireland – a worthy campaign
LOL…
First date dinner…. Maybe I’ll cook up a vegetable curry… like a squash-tika !
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Grabs apron !
“What fresh hell is this?”
In fairness at least she gets proof that her husband-to-be is an irredeemable eejit before she has to say ‘I do’. She can’t say she wasn’t warned.
I’ll say only this. No amount of money would’ve persuaded me to let Himself organise a wedding.
Couldn’t organise a walk to the shop, never mind something like a wedding.
We don’t discuss HIM Mildred.
Sorry. Lost the run of myself altogether.
Bertie and Mildred…I would dearly love to know:
~ do your respective partners know that you’re inclined to *occasionally
ignore this / fingers got giddy
B + M, a question if I may:
~ do your respective partners know that you *occasionally* post comments and engage in to-and-fro on Broadsheet? And do they know that you post as “Bertie” / “Mildred”?
My fella does, in fact. I don’t think he knows my online name, though. But I don’t think he’s terribly interested in finding out. He likes to post on the journal, himself.
I really hate the journal comment section. It’s unbelievably hostile.
Mine is still recovering from the cross dressing incident.
Oh, that’ll take time. believe me.
What the hell was I thinking of trying to squeeze these big size nines into her tiny shoes?
It’s like subconsciously I wanted to be caught.
Ah. A mixed marriage then.
I think that part of it is to do with the fact that ‘Millie/Mildred’ persona is just that; a persona.
I am, in the ‘real-world’, a happily married mother, who lives in a normal house and works a part-time job and has a thing for cake.
And while I may write some really astonishingly silly stuff here, it is a part of the persona known as Millie, and not the woman I am in reality.
I’d imagine this is true for not just me, but many posters here.
While we’re at it, I’m not actually a Brother.
I for one am astounded, and possibly even outraged.
Persona or not don’t ever change me aul pal :)
This has to be one of the most stupid ideas for a TV show ever vomited on to any screen. Men have no notion of how to organise a wedding, or as it happens to anticipate what their intended might want from a wedding, complete waste of energy.
What about the gay chaps?
All the wedding rage for 2017…. in a variety of leathers, bumless, crotchless and tasseled !
Boom! :)
Eh, hello…
wedding planner = moi
Hi Franc:)
Oh stop it
tonight, i think i shall get the guitar out and play some chuck berry licks