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In this blog I try to write film and book reviews that hopefully you enjoy, and also hopefully give you a sense of whether you would enjoy those films or not. I love films,and stories and books.  They teach us, and entertain us and on occasion transport us all over the world to have conversations with scientists, artists, philosophers, generals and ocaasionally talking bears.

But while films are a major part of my life, that life recently changed.

On the tenth of March 2013 I proposed to my darling girl at the Roxy cinema in Wellington. Caroline who works at the Roxy offered me a bottle of Champagne after my girl accepted my proposal.  I suggested that to be on the safe side she have a bottle of vodka prepped as well, just in case.

Battling baddies was not the scary bit of the proposal

Luckily she said yes, and we had the champagne. And then several glasses of wine to calm our nerves.

In three days we will have been together for three years and in May will will start living together. The decision to propose to her wasn't taken lightly, but it was definitely the right one.

I planned and schemed for the big day, and of course there were several hiccups. I almost didn't get the ring, people were late, Pygmy attacks, but in the end it all went to plan.

The only thing I didn't plan for was what happened next. 

You see for those of you that don't know many women have been planning their wedding day since they were five. Now while that may seem like a misogynist thing to say, or at the very least a cliche, like most cliches it is also true. Case in point, there is a lovely woman at work, lets call her Rocket. Rocket is independent, intelligent, and highly educated. She has absolutely no intention of getting married to her partner. But she tells me that she her entire wedding day mapped out in her mind.

While I was pretending to be a starship Captain, some where there was a little girl plotting

 

My proposal to my girl has triggered an unstoppable series of events, wheels and biological mechanisms that may in fact  go back to the foundation of our very race.

I am getting married.

This may seem an odd thing to say, but I was completely unprepared for the this concept.

Don't get me wrong I am excited, but the full reality is quite daunting. There are wedding shows, wedding magazines, lists, mores lists, lists about the lists we need.

My girl is a focused, excited and determined bride to be, and while this is so exciting I may have to buy 30 new pairs of boxers, but I wouldn't go on this journey with anyone else.

I have decided to blog my experiences as the husband to be. I am sure there are a thousand blogs about brides, but this is a blog from the husbands point of view. 

I am still going to write about everything I normally do, but I will also give regular updates on our whirligig journey into wedding madness.

Wish me luck!