Jimmy and I have just had a very bizarre conversation.
He's decided we're going to get married. It's actually very simple. Brixton Registry Office (although I wonder if it's possible to pull strings and book the Council Chamber), then a reception at the Golf Club in Mitcham, with catering by Akim from our local Indian.
First night in a posh hotel like the Savoy or County Hall. All we need to do is source some wine (booze cruise to Calais?) and wedding rings (or use curtain rings from Woolies and honeymoon in Egypt or India or somewhere!).
All that remains is to draw up the guest list and decide on my outfit. Not white.
What could possibly go wrong?
