24th July - Anniversary



Today is a special day, albeit a slightly weird one.. We were, predictably, let down by the standard of 'clubs' in Oxford last night (if they can even dare call themselves that), ending up in an empty venue at around 10.30pm. The lads decided to sit in the corner, chatting and analysing Twitter until a decent tune was dropped (we waited, but one never arrived), whilst the girls headed towards the speakers to indulge in the dancing session they had earlier mentioned they'd been craving. Whilst one pumped out some 50 Cent, we looked across the road and heard some Usher. As we later walked down the street, another was competing with some Flo Rida. All of them dropping tunes from 25 years ago, and yet... Somehow... Some of them even had decently sized queues outside. Even at 10.30pm. That's the other thing about Oxford, why do they all come to clubs so early? I'm not sure I've ever entered a club before 1am or 2am as an absolute minimum, and have certainly never left before 4am or 5am-ish. Anyway... Today we're all just sleeping off our hangovers, filled with that gross sense of filth and shame after a night of drinking.

With that in mind, it's been a slightly odd day, considering that today is actually my partner and I's anniversary. We have each other our cards in bed, and then spent the rest of the day trying to ignore the romance of the occasion on account of our two hungover guests, who were rehabilitating on the sofa and portable-mattress. Eventually, we all jumbled down to the local Nando's, where I fully unashamedly demolished a 'family platter', except for the chips, as they forgot to peri-salt them. Am I diva? I can't confirm nor deny the rumours at this stage. On a more loving note... Our anniversary is a chance to look back so fondly on all the amazing moments which have made the last few years the best of my life, by an absolute mile. 



It's no secret to many of you that I was 'The Ice Queen' personified. My attitude towards love, and relationships, was savage, and almost comedically brutal. Quite frankly, I'd have rather shoved my fingers under the moving wheels of an Eddie Stobart HGV than even entertain the idea of evening cuddles in front of appalling TV shows, but I knew from the off, that this was so different. This girl was radiating an incredibly special, unique glow, from her whole aura, from the off. She is, incomparably, the greatest human being I've ever met, and I have no shame in admitting I sometimes wanna cry when I even dare to think about how much I love her. In many ways, she's saved my life. So after that first date, when I got home, and I was asked how it went... I replied: "I'm gonna marry that girl", and I absolutely meant it. Here's to you, my love...




... Happy Anniversary!


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