Wednesday, August 17, 2011
It is ten years to the day that I met my Susan. It was at Concorde 2 in Brighton, where I was DJ-ing at a Sparklehorse show; Susan's band, Flophouse Jr, had landed at Gatwick Airport just a few hours before, on the eve of their first UK tour. Just over two years later, we were married.
On August 17, 2001, my wife-to-be's hair was rather less unruly than seen here, and considerably longer, but that beautiful smile was exactly the same. Anyway, it's been a decade full of adventure and drama and the highs and lows that life brings us all, and our love grows stronger by the day. She is my rock and my angel and I love her more than there are adequate words to express. I am a very, very lucky man.