Amazing Outfits
A visit to a motorway service station was brightened by a busload of Indian wedding guests. Forget the ‘mother of the bride’ and any other western top notch clobber you might ever have seen. For the best bling go east. It’s beyond the powers of Rider’s vast store of descriptive phrases to be able to let you visualise those girls and women in their stunning robes. Every colour under the sun of swishing silk and satin saris were embellished with golds and silvers. Forget miserable little sparklers in rings and bracelets and necklaces – boy did those women know about bling. No need for sunshine – they were giving off enough reflected rays to light up Blackpool. With their lustrous amber skin and wonderful black hair, worn up and down those women were drop dead gorgeous. The menfolk were in dark suits with several having bright orange turbans but, make no mistake, they were just there to buzz around and make themselves useful for the women. Did they know how to party! When Rider left there was an impromptu ‘knees up’ going on around the bus – banghra was being played and the whole atmosphere was so jolly it was all you could do not to rush over to join in the celebrations. That wedding must have been a fantastic ‘do’ and should Writeous Dude and Piggynap ever decide to marry someone then Rider has a great idea for a theme …..
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