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Published: June 10th 2006
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You may have noticed that our previous blogs have been somewhat retrospective in their nature. I would like you to imagine that this is due to the busy lifestyle that we lead here in Jersey preventing us from finding the time to sit in front of the screen and put fingers to keyboard. Alas, I must confess that sadly the truth is two parts lethargy to one part apathy.
However, this entry is different to its predecessors. I concede that it does share many common elements with the others - it is wall to wall waffle, it has absolutely nothing to do with Jersey, and it has nothing to do with travel. The perfect ingredients for a travelblog I hear you grumble.
I should correct myself, because while its not about travel in a physical A to B sense it is about a travel of sorts. It’s about time travel.
My dabblings in psychology have introduced me to the principle that we as individuals are determined by a combination of genetic coding and the influences or experiences in our immediate environment. It would not be going out on a limb therefore to suggest that our past and the
experiences contained therein go some way to influencing who we are.
Having been to the past, I can safely say that the greatest single influence on my life other than the air I breath and the genes my parents forced on me has been the girl I met on my first day of university. She’s been my past for 10 years now and for that I thank whatever greater force it was (be it God, Fate or Laser Cider) that brought us together.
She is my present. And with every present that slips into the past, I thank that greater force that she is sharing this new moment with me. With every present that appears I love her more than the last.
She is my future. I cannot imagine what my future would be like without her. She was my past, she is my present and she will be my future. I loved her ten years ago, I love her now and I’ll love her as far as imagination can stretch into my future - into our future. Our shared pasts - our shared experiences - make us what we are today and they’ll make us what
we are tomorrow.
I think I speak for us both when I say that whatever tomorrow does hold for us, we’re both hoping that it isn’t much different from today. We’re both comfortable in our life and feel committed to each other in a way that is as special and personal to us as I imagine it would be for any couple. How we express that commitment is equally personal to us. Promises we make to each other, be they spoken or otherwise, we would like to keep to within the personal, comfortable ebb and flow of our own shared experience so that yesterday’s us, is today’s us, is tomorrow’s us. Very poignant indeed you might think, plus you know us, we don’t like a fuss!
That’s why at 11 o’clock today in St.Helier’s registry office, in front of two witnesses we dragged off the street, we were married.
We hope no one feels offended by our decision to do this without them. We hope you understand.
We have had a superb day and would like to thank Les Jackson and Beryl Lakeman for being absolute stars as our witnesses. I think we made their day
as much as they made ours. As you can see, Les was dressed as appropriately as us and should serve as a reminder in the years to come of the other major events of 10th June 2006. Les was also our photographer (when the registrar was otherwise engaged with the formal ceremony bit) and as much as it pains me to say it - I wish his team well… Beryl was on her way to Marks & Spencer when we grabbed her off the street and headed off to finish her shopping once the ceremony was over. Just another day in St Helier!
Thanks to Ziggy for introducing us to Jose Gonzalez and my Mum for introducing us to Billie Holiday. Both provided our wedding music! (“Heartbeats” by JG and the rather appropriately titled “Miss Brown to You” from BH).
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wenna
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speechless
i'm so happy for you - i don't know what to say.