It's all in a song...

I have a confession. It is one of those deep dark secrets that I have often thought if I exposed I could be up for sectioning.

Since I was a teenager I have been compiling a soundtrack to my life story, in my head.

I hold my unhealthy obsession with musicals responsible for this, inevitably making me think that my own life is a musical too.


I can tell you the song’s that both my children where born to, the song that was playing in the car to collect my exam results and the song I cried my eyes out to over splitting with my first love. All meaningful, all very deep and admittedly all a bit naff. I cannot let an occasion pass without selecting some form of musical beat or song to it to round the event off. Yet with a new event on the horizon I have some reservations as to what song might get added to my much thought out soundtrack.

The man and I had a shot gun wedding (of sorts), so we have decided to get our marriage blessed. Unsurprisingly when it has come to choosing a song for our ‘first dance’ knowing that he will be entitled to a say tells me I am headed for a dilemma.

All guests not previously invited the first time round can partake in a touch of confetti throwing at a second ( bigger ) bash. I have it all planned in my head, flowers, the dress, the lot. It is just the song choices that are causing a bit of a rift.

Due to me being eight months pregnant at the previous reception it had not been wise for me to stand too long let alone dance. I had not been faced with this problem before. Had I been, I may have realised the appalling difference in the man’s taste of music to my own and possibly reconsidered the whole thing.

I have tried to explain that the first song needs to be meaningful and well thought out.

His jokey suggestions are saying otherwise. “ Build me up buttercup” is the latest. The man recalls me being a little worse for wear on holiday singing karaoke to it. I am understandably horrified at this suggestion for two reasons. Firstly that I sang karaoke choosing such a cheesy tune and secondly that I have absolutely no recollection of this. I inform the man that we have to choose a song to which we both recall good times and preferably that we can have a slowish dance to ( the idea of the man throwing himself all over the dance floor is not part of my vision).

Then it hits me. “Beautiful by James Blunt” I squeal to the man.

“Your so vain” he sings back at me.

I have a feeling that my soundtrack may need some editing…