The Atheist

I think this is my favourite ever picture of the atheist.

This is wishful thinking. Clearly.

My husband is called The Atheist. Actually, he is called Dave but I started calling him 'atheist' when we first together and the name has stuck. He was going about calling himself 'Squee' at this time and I will leave it to you to judge which name is the more ludicrous. Exactly so. I met him at Whitby and online when I was engaged to someone else (but still thought he was MEGA CUTE), which is not so shameful as it used to be and we got together at the start of December 2003 after courting each other on MSN for a month, which was rather nice. We moved in together a couple of months later, had a baby about a year after that and then got married eighteen months later. The atheist is very tall, always right and a total geek. Bless him. I love him very, very much.

He has a real motorbike, but somehow it is more amusing to show him on a pretend one.

Facts about the atheist.

1. He comes from Bristol but is a bit posh so you wouldn't immediately know it.

2. He went to public school and then a comprehensive for his A Levels and so is in the unique position of actually knowing something about both systems of education, unlike most Guardian readers.

3. He rather likes motorbikes.

4. When I first met him he had been to New York and Paris but NOT London.

5. He really is an atheist.

Taken at Clevedon Manor, where as a little atheist he used to roll down the big hill in the gardens. Now we take Felix there. Isn't that nice?

Looking angsty at the Mesh gig at the Bristol Bierkeller. He was actually enjoying himself but is one of those annoying people who likes to pretend to hate stuff. Bah.

I actually miss his long hair. Sometimes.

And, oh look, it is the obligatory Looking Miserable At WGW photo!

And here follows some pictures of me trying to snuggle up to my husband, despite the fact he is well over a foot taller than me and hates having his photo taken. It won't steal your soul, you know!

Bristol, just before Felix made an appearance.

At Clovelly. In between cream teas.

On Regents Street, outside the Mothership.

The Mothership being the Apple Store of course! Duh.

I have no idea where this is.

A bit drunk in the Llandoger Pub in Bristol. In our nook as usual.

Tintagel as newly weds.

Boscastle, I think.

Oh, did I already mention that he is a total geek?

On what is now MY Mac Mini set up. The atheist has one of those shiny powerbook things now, or whatever it is called.

Newquay, looking like a Linkin Park fan. Bless.

At Lacock Abbey.

At home, looking ridiculous in a hat.

At Shira and James' wedding.

In Clevedon.

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