My DP and I met through a mutual friend. DP was forming a band and friend was the guitarist. They were looking for a backing singer and my friend asked me if I was interested. Since I was already lead singing in another band I wasn't, so me and friend went round the local flats to use the payphone (No mobiles in those days eek). Anyway I told this guy I didn't want to be in his band and wished him luck with it. Fast Forward, he turned up at one of my gigs and I met him properly. He told me more about his band - they were doing their own stuff, it was all very exciting. I was doing cover songs so I thought, what the hell provided it doesn't get in the way of my gigs then there was no harm so I joined. About 3 weeks later my band had a meeting, tore shreds off each other and split up. Back then DP, Friend and I were all dotted around the town in bedsits then future DP's ex girlfriend who had a large flat asked him to live in it and get some flatmates as she was going to London to work. The 3 of us were due to move in when Friend got a job offer he couldn't refuse and also went to London. So me and DP moved in together. I had my own room for over a year but never slept in it!!! That was 26 years ago.