OK. I hope you're sitting comfortably, because I have some news:
We're getting married.
We started going out in March 1999. Our first kiss was in Tamworth Services on the M42 and was soundtracked by Huey Lewis & The News. "Happy To Be Stuck With You" is perhaps not the song that I would have chosen (and don't even get me started on that), but here we are seven-and-a-half years later and it looks like it might have been a propitious omen.
Before you ask, nobody got down on one knee or anything (and everytime I say that, I can't help but run that truly dreadful Morrissey lyric in my head: "Your boyfriend, he went down on one knee / Well, could it be he's only got one knee ?" One of the greatest lyricists ever? Pffff.)
The timing just feels right.
We actually made our minds up that we were going to go ahead with it a few months ago, but we only really crossed the Rubicon when we told our parents this weekend.
We're thinking Vienna in May or June next year (sporting fixtures permitting, obviously), but we'll probably also have a big shindig of some kind in Nottingham. I hope to see some of you there.
Um. That's it.
....as you were.
Read: The Case for Being Less Serious
1 day ago