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Erich is now officially a married person. Jacqui and I are at table three at the reception. And guess who’s with us? Yup…<\/p>\n
“What line of work are you in?” I say to the smooth looking guy with very large jowels.<\/p>\n
He sort of blinks, wondering why I haven’t recognised him. “I’m a minister,” he says. “A priest.” He waves his finger dangerously at the crowd of people. Maybe he’s trying to tell me something?<\/p>\n
Oh. <\/p>\n
Bloody hell. He’s one of the two dudes who sealed Erich and Janet’s wedding covenant. Eek. I should pay more attention in church. <\/p>\n
And the guy next to him? Yup. The other priest. There were two of them. And Erich, given that he’s got as perverted and twisted a sense of humour as I have, has put me, a scurrilous half-Jew, at the same table as the emissaries of the Christian Deity. <\/p>\n
But it’s all right. I went to an Anglican high school. So I kinda know what to say to priests. Nothing.<\/p>\n
Instead, I turn to my right and fondle Jacqui’s neck. <\/p>\n
“I love you,” I croon.<\/p>\n
“I love you,” she croons back, and it’s lucky the wedding ceremony is already over, cos at this rate, we could easily have skipped up the aisle and joined the queue. <\/p>\n