Our story began long before we ever became a couple. We’d known each other for years -
crossing paths, sharing laughs, and building a quiet friendship that life seemed to keep bringing back
around.
Five years ago, that friendship turned into something deeper, and we haven’t looked back
since.
Between us, we share a beautiful, lively family of seven girls - six from our pasts and one
amazing little one we’ve created together. Our home in Malta is full of laughter, music, and the joyful
chaos that comes with so many hearts under one roof.
What began as friendship has grown into a beautiful blend of families, love, and endless memories - and
we can’t wait to celebrate the next chapter surrounded by all the people who have been part of our
journey.
I thought the perfect moment to propose would be during the last song of the
Oasis last ever UK gig,
which was OUR song — Champagne Supernova.
Thousands & thousands of people. Last ever Oasis gig. Our song. Big
emotional moment.
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
I got down on one knee and proposed. Helen (A bit tipsy by this point)
looked down and said:
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET UP YOU IDIOT!!!”
To be fair, we were both a bit tipsy by this point, which is why I
immediately stood up and.....
......DROPPED THE BLOODY RING!"
It was not just any old ring either... It was my mum and dads engagement
ring and my sister said she'd
kill me if I lose it.... Oops!
What followed was a stadium-wide treasure hunt, with phone torches appearing
everywhere and confused
strangers joining the search. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only 5 minutes, a girl
7 seats across and 3 rows down held it up triumphantly saying...
“FOUND IT!”
Cue loads of cheering from all of the assistant ring finders!
Then, surrounded by onlookers, I got on one knee once more and this time
Helen said...
“YES. YES. YES!”
Cue loads of cheering, back-patting and high-fives from everyone in the
crowd...
It was never going to be a normal proposal, was it?
