Just how bad is it to forget your wedding anniversary?

Today it is sunny. Today it is hot. Today I am listening to the greatest home-made compilation CD in the world as I head to nursey, drop the kids off, and steam down the A55 towards the border - and beyond - into the great valleys of Wales and into work.

Back in Black - AC/DC nicely moving into Led Zepellin - Houses of the Holy and onwards taking in a rare remix of Fools Gold and on towards a gloriously chilled cover of Toots and the Maytals Pressure Drop and the grand finale by way of Muse. As I drive to work - the music blaring, window down and me nodding my head like the Churchill dog - as I grin to myself - I finally realise what I have become.

I have become a complete and utter Dad. The metamorphosis is complete. I am Sad Dad - with proper Sad Dad music - and I quite like it.

I have a wedding in a few weeks in Sweden - and I'm thinking of warming up my repetoire of dance routines this weekend. Because tomorrow night - me and the missus are out on the town - out on a date - wahoo!

I could start with the classic "Bez" - two steps forward - roll head - glaze eyes - shuffle backwards - and repeat. I may also attempt to "twirl" my lucky wife on the dancefloor this weekend if I get a chance. But these are early days - it takes many decades to perfect the "seamless Dad twirl".

So - I will stick with my signature Dad dance of late - the "Butt dance". This involves a booty-like butt wiggle and bump and grind on the dancefloor whenever Beyonce or Black Eyed Peas come on.

Recently - I am proud to see that my son has taken this tuition on board. He now sports a classic Butt dance routine whenever I stick the stereo on full volume.

And the reason for this great adventure - this "date" (a rarity with kids!). Well - Lisa at work bumped into me outside the toilets (I wasn't loitering - honest), we got chatting about Ashes to Ashes - Is Gene Hunt God? Are they in Purgatory? Are we real? If you glue a badger to a tree in the woods and it dies and no-one see's you - is it really dead - is it really your fault? And just as we were parting company she reminded me "it's your weddding anniversary this weekend isn't it?"

Wow. Thank God someone in my life remembered - cos neither my wife nor I did. So - Lisa - thank you. Everyone should have their very own personal Lisa for moments like this.

I'll let you know how it goes!