In reply to The New NickB: We split a little while back now, but the story of how I met my ex is still amusing.
I was one of the hosts of a large toga party (with more than a superficial resemblance to 'national lampoon's Animal House'), and was dressed as Jesus, complete with a crown made of real gorse thorns (long story).
This tiny giggling blonde blur comes bouncing across the room, jumps up and slaps the crown into my head; by the fifth time this happened I was getting irked, so i crouched down to her level, looked at her nose to nose asked her to stop... I then noticed her grinning like a cheshire cat, grinned back and kissed her.
She chose the second the kiss finished to slam her hand down even harder on my head and ripped her palm open on the gorse... So I took.her to the kitchen, cleaned the cuts (with iodine, just to get my own back) and we got talking properly whilst I bandaged her up.
We're still actually good friends, but were a bit too alike to be a stable couple.