Something Changed – Pulp
This was going to be a story about my wedding and how this was the first song that I danced to as a married woman. As Dom and I wobbled away to it, fuelled by too much champagne, not enough food, and absolutely no sense of natural rhythm, about two hundred purple and green balloons fell from the ceiling. Apparently Dom did a deal with the balloon seller on the colour, as the wedding colour was most definitely blue.
There we stood, with the closing bars of ‘Something Changed’ fading away, the two of us standing perfectly still, holding each other tightly. Dom smiling his goofy smile, me trying not to trip over my dress or fall over from the champagne, both of us deliriously happy and wonderfully content. Both of us knowing that the future is going to be absolutely fucking brilliant.
As the second song started (weirdly ‘Jolene’ by Dolly Parton) about 75 people burst onto the dancefloor and started bashing each other senseless with the balloons. On the green side, SWC, marshalled by his daughter, precariously sitting on his shoulders, but a worryingly devastating shot at only six. On the purple side, my sisters husband, James, guided by his eight year old a just as deadly shot. By the time the third song kicks in (Walk Like An Egyptian) pretty much all hell has broken loose and the dancefloor is full of burst balloons, spilt drink and crisps.
But I’m not going to write about that because this is my last piece from TSOBO. I’m not going to say ever, but it is for a while and I don’t want this piece to be about me.
So I want to take this time to say thank you to the following people and they are in no particular order (apart from the top two).
Dom – for picking team purple at the wedding and for generally just being the best person in the world.
Mum and Dad – even though they don’t read this and would never speak to me again if they knew that I’d told you about the goose punching and the bell ringing and the drinking at parties. They are my inspiration.
Alice – because you are my greatest friend and times you have been my only friend, and you are a wonderful human being who has taught me so much.
SWC and Badger – for the music, the laughter, the fun, the opportunities and for just believing in me. Without you guys the last three years would have been much slower and much less fun. Oh and SWC, I’ve left your copy of ‘The Bell jar’ on your desk.
Mrs Badger – for that chat in the rain in the park.
And finally you guys – Thank you for reading. You will all never have any idea what it meant to me to have people reading words that I wrote and being (mostly, unless I’m writing about my mate Chris Martin) nice about it. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. I sincerely mean this but if ever any of you are passing Exeter, come and say hi. The guys know where to find me.
Its been fun, from the Musical Snakes and Ladders, American Road Trips, Weddings, and now babies.
So that’s that. I’m off to have a baby now. Which feels very grown up and adult, and honestly is not something I thought I’d be writing when I sat down and wrote 500 words about the eyes of a stag.
(Keisha Mugabe Trumpet has left the building – don’t ask)