Bravely shouldering aside any shade of a particle of an ability to avoid cliché, we met at a mutual friend’s party (Alistair Callum). Our eyes met over some crisps (probably) we met up for a drink a week later. Chris was agonising over when the right time to ask me out was and then agonised over why I was so late in replying to his texts. 6 years later he has realised this is nothing personal, and is resigned to facebooking me if he wants to guarantee an answer to anything. Phones are for listening to music on. Obviously. We found out we had a shared love of Eddie Izzard and that Chris had a flat with a toaster that made two rounds of toast at once (4 drinks in this seemed like a vitally important detail) and basically we have been together ever since.