Like ships in the night

One slightly drunken night, I was informed (by Becky) that we were engaged. It's nice to know I had a choice in the matter....although the thought of having doves choreographed by John Woo almost clinched the deal...that guy really knows his doves.

It turns out that Mr Applehead (more on him later) would minister the ceremony until She who shall not be named kills him and takes over. Mumbles would be a flower girl. The bride would be taken down the isle (and there's a big debate there whether she would be pushed or pulled) in the shopping trolley we have in the back yard. Oh, and all this would be done in the kitchen.

Fortunately for my bank account (I can't really afford to lose half of my belongings) I didn't get that drunk that night and managed to slip off into obscurity. Next thing I know it's over 'cos of the whole "trying to find a real girlfriend" thing and Becky moves over to Gohan and then The French DJ. I wonder if they had any say in the matter?