A very long time ago I came as close as I ever have and probably ever will to getting married, to a lovely girl named Dawn. It didn't work out, I last saw her in 1991 when I put her on a train at Reading station, waved her goodbye and went off to get pissed. She will be 50 today. I hope she's had a good life. 50. It doesn't seem possible. Happy birthday Dawn, wherever you are.