VISP
Yesterday was Uncle Dan’s big day. He got married!
A big day for me too; I was VISP... Very Important Small Person... one of the wedding party. However, as an almost grown up now I’m two, I talk, question and have a mind of my own.
I was a page boy. They dressed me up in long trousers and brogues (can you believe it?). I tolerated these, but the fancy shirt and waistcoat were far too poncy for me. And the pink tie! No way!
Eventually I relented though. After all, my duties were to ‘look cute’. Apparently I did!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Peter Henderson almost 3 years ago
There's good ones, interesting ones, boring ones and ones we would like to forget. Many thanks for relating one of very many Neville.
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Drew Martyn almost 3 years ago
So THAT's what a VISP is. Bet he looked uber-cute too!
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
He really did... and when we went to collect him in the evening to take him home to bed, he was chasing (older) girls round the gardens at the venue. Attaboy!
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
Nice to see a new entry in this series. I figured once he actually could talk these would be done.
