Man flogs wedding invite on eBay
Evidently not keen to attend nuptials
Updated Let's face it - we've all been invited to functions we'd rather not attend, and weddings can often inspire a special kind of dread. There are three options open to the reluctant guest: bite you lip and turn up with a fixed grin on your face; fake a terrible car accident the week before; or sell your invitation on eBay to the highest bidder.
The latter is the course selected by the Aberdeen man who is offering "2 invitations to a wedding I don't want to go to". However, rather than giving some lame excuse for his non-participation (I caught ebola from my neighbour's cat, etc), he's decided to lay it on the line:
I've been invited to the wedding of a mate of mine who I used to know really well until he started going out with the girl he's going to marry. She's a dog. No really. I haven't seen them since I told her she's a dog over two years ago. They've stupidly invited me to their wedding, but I don't want to go. It's an invite to me '+plus 1" and involves the afternoon reception (a sit down meal in a 4 star restaurant) and evening piss up (a bus will carry you there, and drag you to the nearest b&b or trainstation after. Should be a good day out. All in all I reckon there's a good £150 worth of entertainment if you time it right. No one will know you're not me except the groom and he'll be so pissed trying to forget his new wife's a dog he won't notice. The only thing is, because she's such a dog, they might not get married, so I reserve the right to cancel the bidding.
On 16-Oct-04 at 08:59:59 BST, seller added the following information:
Since listing the tickets I've been contacted by quite a few people who think they're going to the same wedding. As it happens, 3 of you are and want to sell your tickets too. So this auction is now for 5 tickets to the wedding of a mate to a dog that we don't want to go to. Getting five of you into a wedding might be a bit of a gamble, so I'll keep the buy it now price the same, but you're now looking at at least £400 worth of free booze, good food. Even if you have to listen to her dad do karaoke, and watch her mum try to get off with the ushers.
On 18-Oct-04 at 11:50:06 BST, seller added the following information:
For those who've been asking, I can email photo's of the invite. I didn't want to post them as I thought the pink feather trmming might make it a bit too obvious which wedding I'm talking about. Suffice to say they play a pretty good version of 'livin' la vida loca' when opened.
On 19-Oct-04 at 15:29:39 BST, seller added the following information:
I'm getting a lot of questions, so thanks to everyone who's expressed an interest. Unfortunately I'm going to have to dissappoint most of you by telling you that the bridesmaids are likely to be dogs too. I know, it's a marital travesty. The bride's best mate works in a chippy in Colchester, and they always used to go boozing in Stoke with her aunt who I seem to remember had a penchant for DKNY tracksuits, Pineapple Bacardi Breezers and cafe creme. Now, on the basis there's a 100% certainty that at least one of them is a bridesmaid, there's not a lot of optimisim I can inject, is there? That and the fact that I've heard that 2 of the ushers are now trying to sell their tickets on loot having had the tip off about her mother.
Despite the vendor's admirably honest insistence that this will be the chav wedding of the millennium, the bidding for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity reached a healthy £10,000 before frivolous bets were binned and the sum settled back to a rather more sane level. Readers should note that the auction has just a couple of days left to run, so you'd better brush off that DKNY dinner jacket and get in there sharpish.
The truth is out. Here's the seller's final update explaining the real reason for his shocking behaviour:
On 22-Oct-04 at 09:44:25 BST, seller added the following information:
Most of you have hit the nail on the head, you know. I still love the old dog, despite what she did to me. And, thanks to the Colchester Massiv’s "Honk if you’re Twinklydog’s Dog" campaign, she got in touch this morning and we’ve had a good chat. It’s a bit of a gamble, but I’m going to pull the auction, go to Aberdeen and see whether she’ll put a stop to this sham of a wedding and marry me instead. Hope you understand. The cab’s outside, I’ve got to go.
Bless. There's nothing quite like an (almost) happy ending to bring a tear to the eye, is there?