Now I know that isn't any big revelation, or previously undiscovered equation that will change the world (ah la E=MC²) but it is a reality and one that I've come to deal with.

Having now booked our venue (tentatively at least) for the 30 September 2006, I wondered over to the desk of one of my work mates, who is also getting married next year. Her date is the 7 October 2006 and she was instantly excited at the prospect of our weddings being only eight days apart. We launched into a detailed conversation about all things wedding related. It wasn't entirely bad (I have to admit that it was good to hear about another couple's plans) but it did bring back memories of a dream I had last night.

I'm fairly sure it was the first wedding dream I've ever had. It was horrible. Not the idea of getting married, or the person I was marrying, but the wedding itself. Everything that could go wrong did. The celebrant didn't arrive, guests were late. And even more worrying, the important people (i.e. members of the wedding party) weren't ready or didn't arrive on time.

The most startling example of this was the groom himself (that was me, in case I didn't make that clear) continuing to hold off donning the tux, with the bride (that was Laura, in case I didn't make that clear) due to arrive in under ten minutes. When I did decide that I had cut it sufficiently fine and should begin getting dressed for the occasion, I had no idea how to put on a tuxedo - something you'd think would be reasonably straight forward. And neither did anyone else in the dream, including all the groomsmen who were also struggling to get dressed.

Eventually, it was decided that I wouldn't have time to get the tuxedo on and I should just slip on the pants and shoes and throw the jacket over my t-shirt. As it turns out I would have had time because the bride was exceedingly late. But because I didn't know she would be late I ended up getting married WEARING A ROVE LIVE T-SHIRT. What the hell kind of weird ass detail is that? I don't even watch that show. I don't currently and never plan to own, a Rove Live t-shirt.

To sum things up (and I bet by now you're wishing you had only read this final paragraph), I had a dream about getting married and it was horrible. I must stress the horror didn't relate to the dream itself, the idea of getting married, the fact that I dreamt about getting married or the person I was getting married to, but in the fact that the wedding itself was a complete bloody disaster. We didn't even get to the reception - luckily!