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Ten years? It can’t be ten years.
I can’t get my head round it, even though it feels like I’ve been married forever and a dad for even longer. It does feel like RHLSTP has been going longer than my marriage, but it hasn’t. It started the next month. Time, you unpinnable butterfly, why dost thou fuck with my brain so much, you prick?
Anyway, I am very happy to be married and very relieved to find that Catie is also content enough with the way things are going to not be bothered to go to the effort of changing our status. She’s turned my life around and given me more than I could even begin to thank her for. Which is why I never start thanking her. I am a very lucky man. As many of you are keen to point out when you see a photo of us together.
I know the trolls in Frozen claim that people don’t really change, but the me you see now is very different (though not completely different) from the me who started this blog is very different than the mes I play snooker against. If nothing else this blog should stand testament to the way life ebbs and flows and how even the hopeless have some hope. Incredibly I’ve spent 14 and a bit of the 19 and a bit years I’ve been blogging with Catie.
I did more work on the book and then had a very enjoyable chat with the lovely Greg Jenner for next week’s RHLSTP Book Club and then Catie and me managed to have a night out to celebrate our never ending love (terms and conditions apply - relationships can go down as well as up) and heading into Hitchin for a drink and a rather lovely Japanese meal. We didn’t get as drunk as we did ten years ago (I didn’t drink at all, though Catie offered me a sip of her cocktail - doesn’t she even understand how not drinking works? Why did I marry this fool?) or party into the night, or head off to a posh hotel in Paris the day after - though what a baller move it would have been if we had. Catie’s parents would just have had to carry on babysitting.
Instead, we got home to a gift from our babysitters which looked like it might be a posh box of biscuits, but turned out to be a roll of aluminium foil - 10 years marriage is celebrated by tin or aluminium. It was a good gag, but actually after ten years of marriage a good roll of tin foil is probably the best gift you can get.
Most unbelievably of all, it’s ten years since my dad ate that lip balm.
Joining Alan Davies on the RHLSTP on 25th April will be the lovely and funny Ardal O Hanlon. If that doesn’t wet your whistle then I don’t know what can.
Buy tickets here or
watch the live stream here. Support us if you can, but if you’re skint then just listening to the podcasts and spreading the word is an enormous help. And if you really want to come to the shows but have no money then do email me and there’s a chance I can sneak you in.
