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 About us

Who are we?

Ginger One is a wonderful man and makes me so happy.  He has a wicked sense of humour and a great sense of fun and always knows how to cheer me up when I need a good laugh.  Stuart is a fantastic listener (well he has to be with me) and is never too tired or busy to listen.  People always tell me that I am so lucky to be with Ginger One, I totally agree, I just don't tell him that, don't want to give him a big head.

Curly is the most loving and generous woman I have met she makes me smile everyday, she is my best friend and has changed life unbelievably and has opened my eyes to a better world.  Curly knows what she wants out of life and often lets me know how I can get it for her.  I loving being her husband, spoiling her rotten and am so glad that we get to spend the rest of our lives together.

How we met?

Murder Mystery Party

Let's go right back to the very beginning....

January 2007 a Murder Mystery Party in Livarot France, it was there that I (Curly) met a lovely couple B and N from Australia. We had a great New Years and everyone got on like a house on fire. On the 12 hour drive back to London we all made plans to meet up, it was B's birthday at the end of the month and we should all go up to Oxford to celebrate. We didn't, we didn't make it for N's birthday either, or any of the other events that we were invited to.



Buende

Fast forward to the end of October 2007 and B and N were moving back to Oz, so we had to make the effort to go to Oxford. Well not me, I was going to Deutschland for half term so it was just BigLilBro, TallGeordie (TG) and TallerDutch (TD). Saturday came and I was browsing in Ruhr park shopping centre when I my phone rang; "Come on Corrina, come to Oxford you know you want to!" It was BigLilBro, isn't it always? The last thing I wanted to do when I got back to the UK was travel to Oxford with my suitcase to meet up with a load of drunk people. "NO!" I carried on shopping, didn't think any more of it, drove to the airport, checked in, and ran to get my seat, no speedy boarding for me.

As I landed in Luton turned on my phone and waited for my suitcase, it's the little black one with pink stars that you still have BigLilBro, my phone started ringing, BigLilBro again. "Please come to Oxford we borrowed my mates car (I am paraphrasing as I don't want to get BigLilBro in to trouble) and now I can't drive it as I have had a couple of drinks! Ben says you can get the tube to Oxford, it only cost £15." The coach stopped at Finchley Road my stop, I didn't get off I stayed on, looked like I was going to Oxford.

I got the coach to Paddington to get this 'tube' that they were all talking about, even the National Rail enquiries didn't have a clue what the Oxford Tube was, so I got the train, twice as expensive but at least it was only an hour and half journey. As the train pulled into Oxford I suddenly realised that I was wearing a scruffy green T-Shirt and grubby white shirt. Well I wasn't going to be there long, just picking the guys up and anyway I had given up on men, they were all jerks.

I met BigLilBro at the station and it was obvious that he wasn't finished partying yet. Great. We popped into a pub along the road and picked up TG and TD, after lots of hello's and a very quick catch up we headed off to find B and the others, they were in another pub called the White horse just down the road.

 

The very first time I ever saw GO!  Wasn't he lovely?

As we walked into the tiniest pub in the world, suitcase in tow we were ushered through the packed establishment to a table at the back, as we squeezed through every one was waving and saying hello to BigLilBro and the girls, it was then I realised that these guys were all there for B and N. We finally reached the table at the back, B, N and a couple of other guys were sat around the table. It was after talking to B in his London underground pants, that I noticed a guy with sparkly eyes sitting in the corner of the booth, he had a lovely smile and seemed very jolly and friendly. A few more sneaky little shots for every one (except me) and we headed for the next establishment. 

The next pub on B's list was closed, had been for years apparently. As we wandered back to the city centre we saw lots of people heading for a party in a courtyard, "let's try there!" Came a call from someone (probably BigLilBro), we couldn't get in, after some charm and sweet talking BigLilBro and B managed to gate crash what turned out to be a Trinity College student party. We split off into smaller groups and began mingling.

I managed to find another sober person and we began chatting. He wasn't a student, he knew B and was a town planner, although he had in a previous life been an infant teacher. He was nice but a bit of a braggart, I was losing interest fast. TG siddled up to me and told me that the ginger guy really liked me and that I should talk to him. I looked at the guy who was now talking about other jobs he tried, looked at TG and said "but I am already talking to the ginger guy! There can't be another Ginger One (GO)" How could there be more than one ginger at the same party?

There was a bit of a commotion we all turned around to see B had fallen off his bench, it was our cue to leave, we exchanged pleasantries and made our way to the bus stop. Not far up the high street I realised that the smiley guy from the White Horse was walking with me. He was really funny and reminded me of Peter Kay, I told him so, he just laughed and then carried on talking about his life and his travels to Australia.

As we reached the bus we promised to keep in touch; "You can find me through B on Facebook." I said, sure that he wouldn't bother to look and that that would be the last that I would hear from him...

A few weeks later 'ping' up popped a friend request from some ginger guy standing in a pool, it was The Ginger One form the party. "Hi Di Hi Peter Kay here!"  And the rest as they say is history.

Screen shot of our first message to each other.