chrismoyles.net
- Fri Jun 22, 2012 8:29 am
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Tomorrow is a very special day. On Saturday the 23rd June 2012, Catherine Amelia Hartland and Christopher Carl Welch will be married.
What makes this all the more special for www.chrismoyles.net is that this is where they first met.
When I joined this site Topher was a long-standing regular already. Cat came along a little later - a mouthy, gobby teenager from Birmingham who quickly earned herself the nickname ASBO Girl. Unlike so many youngsters who ventured on to this site and quailed under the relentless onslaught of sarcasm from the then regulars (who were a hell of a lot worse - or better - than us let me tell you!), Cat fought back and proved that she could give as good as she got, and soon established herself as a regular contributor.
However it was the chatroom that provided the "forum" for this blossoming relationship, a journey that I and others were not only witness to, but often (carefully!) a mediator of!
I have to say it wasn't immediately obvious that this would happen. If memory serves, it was well over a year - possibly more! - before either of them showed anything other than mild annoyance at the other. Indeed there were some times when they really didn't seem to like each other at all! However things move on, and people change. The Chatroom Massive managed to counsel Topher through a frankly disastrous relationship and break up with a woman who can only be described as a dragon (although that might be being unfair to dragons), and Cat - well, Cat was busy growing up (and I don't mean that patronisingly at all, its what teenagers do!) and working out what she wanted to do with her life - and more importantly, what she DIDN'T want to do. And even more importantly, who she didn't want to do it with - Auntie Yudster and Uncle Zoot were pulling their hair out for some time! Realistically though Cat is a very clever, resourceful little sausage and she worked it out for herself in the end.
Then came the change. Gradually, it became apparent that there was something developing between the two of them. Of course this is a very common scenario in chatroom situations, and mostly meaningless, but in this case, it looked different. However neither of them wanted to admit it was happening, and yet again, Auntie Yudster was called upon to provide a series of listening ears, as little direct advice as she could get away with, and a LOT of non-committal grunts! However tempted I was then to just tell them what the other was telling me, I resisted the urge and trusted that it would work itself out. Of course, it did - a meeting was eventually arranged which involved enough wine to seal the deal as it were, and the rest is history!
Their relationship has been further blessed by the birth of Reuben Thomas Welch in September 2010, and I am sure you will all join me in wishing Reuben's mummy and daddy a fabulous day, and in offering our very best wishes to your lovely family on the occasion of your marriage.
Congratulations Catherine and Topher, and all our love. xxxxx
What makes this all the more special for www.chrismoyles.net is that this is where they first met.
When I joined this site Topher was a long-standing regular already. Cat came along a little later - a mouthy, gobby teenager from Birmingham who quickly earned herself the nickname ASBO Girl. Unlike so many youngsters who ventured on to this site and quailed under the relentless onslaught of sarcasm from the then regulars (who were a hell of a lot worse - or better - than us let me tell you!), Cat fought back and proved that she could give as good as she got, and soon established herself as a regular contributor.
However it was the chatroom that provided the "forum" for this blossoming relationship, a journey that I and others were not only witness to, but often (carefully!) a mediator of!
I have to say it wasn't immediately obvious that this would happen. If memory serves, it was well over a year - possibly more! - before either of them showed anything other than mild annoyance at the other. Indeed there were some times when they really didn't seem to like each other at all! However things move on, and people change. The Chatroom Massive managed to counsel Topher through a frankly disastrous relationship and break up with a woman who can only be described as a dragon (although that might be being unfair to dragons), and Cat - well, Cat was busy growing up (and I don't mean that patronisingly at all, its what teenagers do!) and working out what she wanted to do with her life - and more importantly, what she DIDN'T want to do. And even more importantly, who she didn't want to do it with - Auntie Yudster and Uncle Zoot were pulling their hair out for some time! Realistically though Cat is a very clever, resourceful little sausage and she worked it out for herself in the end.
Then came the change. Gradually, it became apparent that there was something developing between the two of them. Of course this is a very common scenario in chatroom situations, and mostly meaningless, but in this case, it looked different. However neither of them wanted to admit it was happening, and yet again, Auntie Yudster was called upon to provide a series of listening ears, as little direct advice as she could get away with, and a LOT of non-committal grunts! However tempted I was then to just tell them what the other was telling me, I resisted the urge and trusted that it would work itself out. Of course, it did - a meeting was eventually arranged which involved enough wine to seal the deal as it were, and the rest is history!
Their relationship has been further blessed by the birth of Reuben Thomas Welch in September 2010, and I am sure you will all join me in wishing Reuben's mummy and daddy a fabulous day, and in offering our very best wishes to your lovely family on the occasion of your marriage.
Congratulations Catherine and Topher, and all our love. xxxxx
Charlalottie on Twitter wrote:Just remembered that I played pool with a satanist last night. Really should go out on a Friday more often.
Charlalottie wrote:Had a good night last night. We lost the pub quiz but had my hair plaited by a viking.
