Honour of being best man

When Paul asked me to be his best man, I naturally had many questions. What had I done to be bestowed with such an honour? Had someone else refused - or had all his other friends left the country? And, more important than all of those, could I myself refuse and still get an invitation to consume loads of free alcohol? It was a risk I was unwilling to take.

Paul paid me the ultimate compliment when he asked me to be his best man, ahead of three brothers, a handful of close friends and several pub landlords who all thought they were in with a shout.