Metal Mummy

Manic Mum and Super Amazing Mum have set up a new meme, to have a little nosey into how we all met our future love bugs.

Jesus christ, I just wrote love bugs. Kill me.

Anyway, I thought it would be an opportune time to let everyone know how James and I got together, as it’s quite a nice little story.

Back in April 2007, I was going out with a bloke who I went to uni with. He was pretty cool for going to gigs with and I think that’s why I decided to go out with him. We had very little else in common and he was a bit of a noob, but it passed the time. As part of the rock society he was part of, they set up a medieval rock night at Southsea Castle. We had to scout out some suitable bands to play at the gig, and as it happened, one of the bands “Frosthold” were supporting Cradle of Filth (really shit metal band that some people actually like) at our local gig venue. We went down to check them out.

All I remember from that evening, is standing next to my then-bloke, looking at the vocalist of this band, “Frosthold”, that I’d never heard of before (sorry) and thinking to myself,

“I’m going to marry him one day. He’s the one”

Thinking that made me go cold and goosebump-y but I just knew, there and then, he was the one. We hired the band and organised for them to play at the medieval night a fortnight later.

The evening required dressing up like Robin Hood and his merry men, or looking like a complete twat in a green velour medieval dress and a ridiculous gold headband. Yeah, that’s what I wore. I looked a complete dick.

All the bands started to set up and sound check, and in walked “the one”. I still didn’t know his name. I didn’t know who he was. But as soon as I saw him again, I knew he was still the bloke I would one day marry, regardless of the boyfriend I had. Looking over at him, it also appeared as though he had a girlfriend (a complete munter by the way). Oh well, I thought, it’ll soon change. I knew it would.

The band played their set, and they were awesome. An Anglo-saxon metal band that wore chainmail and tunics. Hilarious. I just remember his hair. He had such gorgeous long hair. So so hot. I still didn’t talk to him, because obviously, his girlfriend was there and I was going out with someone. I still knew it would happen, fate-like, at some point in the not too distant future.

A couple of days later, I met up with my best friend, Mort (AKA Leila) and mentioned this bloke in this band and how hot he was and how I knew he was the one for me. Turns out, she went to school with him and had known him since they were 16. Weird, I say. How very weird. That’s as far as it went. For now.

At the end of October 2007, my boyfriend at the time and I split up. I knew it wasn’t right so there was no point lingering on in a relationship I knew wasn’t the be all and end all. I was living with a couple of lads I worked with and I was dating a bloke who was OK, but just a bit of fun. In that house, we decided to have a party. Bear in mind, this is 6 months after I’d last spoken of the lead vocalist from that band, Frosthold.

To this house party, I invited another good friend, Jess (love you by the way). She also happened to know this lead vocalist who I knew I was going to marry. Small world, eh? That’s Portsmouth for you…. She called me, saying “yep, I’ll come, but I have a friend who could do with cheering up because he’s just split up from his girlfriend, so do you mind if I bring him too?”

No, I say. Of course not.

So there I was, in my house, playing Guitar Hero, with a few mates, drinking whatever I was drinking; with my “dating fella” sat on one end of the sofa and lead vocalist of Frosthold sat on the other. The next day, I ended it with dating fella. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere and in all fairness, I couldn’t stop thinking about singer man (sounds like he’s into sewing machines putting it that way)

That day, I got a phone call from Jess saying singer man, James, really liked me and I should text him. Right…. I should text him? Hang on, isn’t it supposed to be the other way round? I did text him, saying something along the lines of “Jess told me to text you. It’s Hannah. Hello. How are you?”

The following day, I went to a club night on the pier. We were texting and he said he’d pick me up. So I gave him a call when I was leaving the club. He came and picked me up (after a car full of weirdo stalker people followed me up the road for a bit). I jumped in his car and we went back to his and watched Dream Theater DVDs all night.

That was November 3rd. We were “going out” properly by the 15th. In that time, I had been home to grab some clothes and that’s about it.

By the February I was living with him.

On May 31st, he proposed to me in front of all of his family at his nephew’s 1st birthday party. I said yes. Three times.

In June, we moved house and rented our first place together.

In July I was pregnant with our little girl.

The following April, I had our little girl and in September, we started the process of buying our own house.

The April after that, it was all completed and we had bought our first house together.

We are still planning the Big Day (which has been postponed twice due to child and mortgage) but I still know that he’s the One for me.

I knew, from the very first moment I saw him, that we would grow old together. Regardless of our situations at the time, I knew it would happen one day.

And it did.

(Turns out he remembers that twat wearing the green velour medieval dress at the rock night he played at. Despite being pissed as a fart. He remembered me.)