I’ll add another one. I have probably told this story elsewhere on here. Throughout uni we had in ur group of friends a guy who tried his best to toe the line between being like us (drinking, our libido and drugs) but he couldn’t reconcile that with his beliefs in god.
Anyway, in around 3rd year he discovered the chrisian union, and then a church, and later his now wife of eight y ears, good work him.
At his wedding one of his oldest friends had been asked to be his best man. when we were at his stag all his church mates ended up in one group and we, the “loutish” uni lot, and this one school friend, ended up in the other group, and of course I told storys of him stoned out of his mind and his hands down the pants of people in clubs when blitzed. I also expressed that this would not make it into the speech.
anyway, just before the speeches he said “don’t worry, I’ve got a plan” and then he stood up in front of 300 people, many memebers of his faith, and his wife’s faith (her family are from Africa* and very church base with uncles and stuff actual ministers, her father a tribal leader) and began to tell the story of how, last night, after they had the aftrican ceremonial dances, they stopped off at asda to buy condoms.
of the 20 tables, only one was laughing uproariously, and it was me. he didn’t manage to get the room back from that. after he finished, he looked like he’d just killed a man, so I bought him a drink.
*I’m being unspecific here on “Africa” because of secrecy reasons.