The photo was taken just a couple of months ago. Which is rather recent for a Throwback Thursday sort of photo. But the story behind it goes back thirteen years. To a time when Mrs P was just Miss P. We were just getting to know each other. And I did what any normal guy does. He says the right thing. Which is not always exactly what he’s thinking…
Miss P: Do you like Diana Krall?
Yours truly: Love her! (What is a Diana Krall when it’s at home?)
Miss P: Her voice is just amazing.
Yours truly: Like an angel. (Ok, a singer. Saves me from Googling…)
Miss P: Do you like Jazz?
Yours truly: It’s literally my favourite type of music ever. (Meh. Well, I’ve never stormed out of Starbucks in protest…)
Miss P: Her new album is just the best.
Yours truly: If I had to live on a desert island for the rest of my life and could take just one album, well this would be the one. (Providing I can also take a loaded gun to shoot myself with.)
This was in 2004. Diana Krall’s The Look of Love sort of became one of ‘our songs’. Years passed, and we went to many concerts. Tribute Pink Floyds, Jamie Cullum, Depeche Mode and others. But Diana Krall never came to town. In 2008 Miss P became Mrs P. And then we must fast forward to 2017 where the story takes a significant turn for the worst.
Mrs P: Guess what?! Diana Krall is performing at the Royal Albert Hall in September!
Yours truly: That’s…erm…really great. (Shit. I can see where this is heading.)
Mrs P: Shall we get tickets?
Yours truly: Could do, if I’m not working. (Please, please let me be working!)
Mrs P: It’s on Wednesday 27th.
Yours truly: I think I’ve actually got that off. (Unbelievable! I picked two completely random days for taking some Annual Leave, and I picked that Wednesday and Thursday. Un-f***ing-believable.)
Mrs P: Brilliant! I’ll book them tonight. I can’t wait!
Yours truly: Sure. Yeah, really exciting. (We could go to Starbucks instead though? It’s closer. Better coffee too….)
Mrs P: I can’t believe that we’re finally getting to see her!
Yours truly: Truly
un-f***ing-believable unbelievable. (So definitely a no to Starbucks I guess…)
And so the fateful day came to pass. I picked up Mrs P from work and drove to London. She watched the concert. I had a snooze. And then I drove us home again. With Mrs P none the wiser that before I met her I had no idea Diana Krall existed. And that now that I do, I rather wish I didn’t. It’s still a secret though. Between you and I. Don’t be a snitch.
Some people say that true love means you don’t have to lie to each other. I disagree. Everyone lies here and there. Little white lies, hopefully. I say that true love is seeing the lie through to the very bitter, jazzy end. Just keep smiling.