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49 of 55 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Take My Life ... Please, 22 May 2001
By A Customer
It's a shame that there is no zero-star rating available because, really, nothing less (or rather more) will do for this egregious volume. To describe it as undoubtedly the worst book ever written on wedding speeches would be accurate but insufficient - it is not only that, but also probably the worst work of human endeavour in history. My expectations, raised ridiculously high by those orgiastic reviews below, began to drop first of all when I read on the cover a favourable quote from Bob Monkhouse. Nothing wrong with that? Well there is when the author has dedicated the book to - Bob Monkhouse. Now we're in trouble.I daresay that the majority of the material contained herein might be deemed acceptable at the wedding of, say, Hattie Jacques and Charles Haughtrey in the Blackpool Winter Gardens production of "Carry On Up The Nuptials." In any other context it would be grounds for justifiable speakercide. It is jaw-droppingly bad - like the 90s never happened. Here are some examples, plucked entirely at random: "Family and friends ... I would call you 'Ladies and Gentlemen' but I happen to know better." "He gets pickled so often his nickname is 'Onions.'" "But marriage isn't for everyone ... men, for instance." Boom, and indeed, boom. If those little sparklers leave you with tears of joy in your eyes and drumming your heels in merriment, then go ahead and waste eight quid on this book. If you crave something that won't make the guests vomit copiously *before* the drinks are got in, then spend your time more profitably and get some ideas from hitched.com and confetti.com for nothing.
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