Around the time of the aforementioned wedding in Scotland, I also went to a wedding more sensibly in central London - the groom from an Irish family, the bride from a Scottish family, all of whom lived somewhere in the further reaches of suburban north London. They had helpfully arranged a large coach to take all the family members home from the reception and drop them off at various pre-arranged points. Five minutes into the journey one of the Scottish family started up a round of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary", to which one of the Irish family objected - an exchange of insults led to a full-blown punch-up. The coach driver pulled over and refused to move, leaving everyone to pile out and continue to the row in the street until the police arrived.
No one told the happy couple until after their honeymoon and the dispute rages to this day.
Around the time of the aforementioned wedding in Scotland, I also went to a wedding more sensibly in central London - the groom from an Irish family, the bride from a Scottish family, all of whom lived somewhere in the further reaches of suburban north London. They had helpfully arranged a large coach to take all the family members home from the reception and drop them off at various pre-arranged points. Five minutes into the journey one of the Scottish family started up a round of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary", to which one of the Irish family objected - an exchange of insults led to a full-blown punch-up. The coach driver pulled over and refused to move, leaving everyone to pile out and continue to the row in the street until the police arrived.
No one told the happy couple until after their honeymoon and the dispute rages to this day.