James and Rox got engaged in January 2010. Hes a 6ft 3in Brummie, and shes a Yorkshire lass who tops out at 5ft 2in on a good day. They were together for seven whole years before James proposed, so either Rox has the patience of a saint, or he was well worth the wait. Sadly, its the former. James will be representing the boys every week up until the big day in August.
A few weeks ago Rox tried her bespoke wedding dress on for the first time. Last weekend it was my turn to feel like a princess er, I mean prince for the day. It was the grand unveiling of my made-to-measure suit from Alexandre Savile Row, and the first real test of whether or not my Spartan-like exercise regime was working. A quick reminder I instructed my tailor to make it purposefully smaller than my actual size at the time as an incentive to trim down to my fighting weight.
So on Saturday I discovered whether or not this had been another of my not-so-bright ideas. I wasnt too nervous because Ive still got a few months until the Big day. But being a modern, sensitive, metrosexual male, frankly I needed the confidence booster. Ive been training really hard, and I even gave up my favourite things for Lent: bread, crisps, and chocolate.
Life without chocolate is pretty dull. Scratch that life without chocolate is meaningless. But Galaxy Caramels are the Devil in a ridiculously tasty disguise, so they had to go. As a result Ive been dehydrated recently because every time I think about that luscious, chocolaty heaven I start salivating uncontrollably.
I seem to have gone off the point. What was I talking about? Oh yes, the suit. Great news no crowbars were required to get me into it, so I was over the moon. In fact, it was slightly too big for me, so itll need a little nip and tuck.
Dave, the very nice tailor, suggested that I might like to wait until four weeks before the wedding to make the final alterations, Just on the very small off-chance that you accidentally put a few pounds back on between now and then. He chose his words very carefully so as not to offend, but I couldnt help thinking, Ye of little faith Dave! It was actually good advice though, so my suit will be stored in a humidor (I wish) until the beginning of July when Ill return for my final fitting.
Rox and I thought this was definitely cause for celebration, so we hit the nearest beer garden to take advantage of that rarest of events in this country sunshine. Inevitably our thoughts turned to the royal wedding, and we started planning how we were going to celebrate it. Rather optimistically for the end of April, weve decided to have a barbecue. Of course that meant wed have to actually buy a barbecue. So we did. And then we thought, why not buy the booze as well? So we did. Caught up in the royal moment, we bought some Adnams Royal Wedding Ale little casks of ale specially brewed for the occasion, each holding about eight pints. Half a cask and Ill be on my back.
W Day: 123 days and counting
Catch up on James 24th week of wedding planning (and links to earlier weeks) here.