No, I’m not quoting what my husband says to me in bed, the charmer.
It’s our wedding anniversary today. 18 years ago he took me up the aisle (I’m sorry, this seems to be turning into a Carry On homage).
Strangely, I wasn’t nervous. This was despite the fact that everyone was looking at me and I was wearing a big white frock (although my calm, steady demeanour was greatly aided by the anchoring effect of a pair of 16 hole white DM boots).
I just knew, that’s all. I’d known for a long time: we’d been together for six years already. I was 24 and I was sure. This big, tall, handsome fella, who looked like Nick Faldo when he scrubbed up and Paul Merton when he got up, was who I wanted, who I needed, who I loved.
He was everything. He still is.
Er ... just to be clear, I'm referring to my husband, not Nick Faldo. Or Paul Merton. That’d be a bit weird.
And when I say everything, I mean there is other 'stuff' that I couldn't live without, like our two kids, and our record player.
I'm ruining this, now, aren't I?
Video is the Have I Got News For You credits from 1995, the year we got married.