I remember when me uncle Sean got married. He was 62 and his bride-to-be was 25. His best man asked him if he'd really thought it through.
"See Sean," he said, "you're 62 now and she's 25. In ten years you'll be 72 and she'll be 35. Ten years further on and you'll be 82 and she'll be 45, and sure what would you be wanting with an old hag loik dat?"
Enjoy, mucker. All the very best. And bring out a toast to all us ARRSErs.
Get your passport, empty all bank accounts, sell the car, computer, her jewellery etc and run, run for your single life. Give us updates on where in the world you have reached. When all goes silent then we shall assume she caught you, then wel'll start the RIP/grief fest/outrage thread.
Just make sure during the day/night you say a few words to everyone who attends.
Unfortunately I didn't, I spent the majority of the evening party, stood outside smoking & drinking, talking to the same half a dozen people. Mind you, saying that, they were the most interesting people at my wedding & I had a top night.
Skinny has nearly had me twice, once when I was mangled and laid out on a sun drenched foreign shore where she excitedly informed me you could get a quickie marriage that day and once when we were watching her fat cousin marry an elf in a castle in Cheshire, Im running out of road though but I aint giving in, listen to your fear !!