I didn't have one at all. I had an old chum to act as my witness, but that was basically it.
Hmm. He spent the day before getting me hammered from about midday onwards. In the evening he moved on to shovelling the devil's dandruff up my bugle. After I finally got to bed at about 3, he re-appeared at my door to enquire whether I had any further stash as he had used all his up. Then the next morning he paced around like a caged lion muttering, "I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous.." until I almost had a breakdown.
Sub-optimal, really.
People always say that though, for Monty reasons, I imagine. But it all really misses the point; it's supposed to be a whole clan, community or whatever, coming together to celebrate and promote a belief in a certain way of life. It is not supposed to be about the limits of one person's whim or wallet.
But it's like anything; imagine if the only people who ever contributed to a cause were those who were actually seriously committed to it, rather than those who are merely on hand because of the booze, the birds and the Bratwürst.
Football clubs, all these street protests, rock festivals and so on. Their success is measured in numbers.
tbh, he's had a narrow escape there, Clive