- but just think it's an almost perfect pop/soul record in the Motown mould.

On the Treme front - will probably get around to seeing it on DVD some time

Myself and Mrs H had little music in common 12 years ago, (we have many moments of convergence now, thanks largely to me having matured into the finer points of Erasure, Almond, Communards and Depeche Mode over the years) but I was an indie prick back then.
Being a precious eejit, I demanded that the first dance had to be something soul and we had both been in love with Frank Wilson's highest point thanks to some great Northern Soul comps I had bought around the time.
She wasn't that arsed about the first dance - more embarrassed, as I was, if the truth be told.
We went for Frank and I passed the job of getting the CD to the church on time on to my best man Stevie, along with the ring, natch.
Stevie (and my entire family) decided to get 'wired into' the whiskey and cigars the evening before the wedding, culminating with a rousing, if not totally welcome, rendition of The Boys from the County Armagh at approximately 3.45am. (Wedding was 12pm).
So at 10.30am the next morning, I managed to rouse the still bladdered best man who had eyes which resembled the New Labour New Danger Tory scare poster about Blair.
Last check at 11.15am when the taxi turns up: "Stevie, ring and CD?" (Visibly wobbling) "Aye, Paddy, no bother in the sky rocket." Pats pockets - with a comforting wink for emphasis.
Service goes grand and embarrassing pics of men pointing at wedding rings and the happy couple looking over their shoulder ensued - no wedding picture cliché was left untaken.
Meal also went grand, speeches were great (apart from the father of the groom (my da) outing me as a former drug monkey to all present, including the now Mrs H's family, the majority of male adult members were serving or recently retired Merseyside Constabulary. Oh, how we laughed.)
The lights come down and I am called to the DJ booth.
'Have you got your song?'
'Stevie! Where's the CD, son?'
'What CD?'
'You know, the only job I have been asked to complete in this whole wedding because I was a precious prick about it. You know, 40 Northern Soul Floor Fillers, you know the one compiled by legendary Wigan Casino DJ Russ Winstanley?' (Unspoken subtext 'I'm trying to look cool here, don't let me down.')
Drunk again Stevie (after an explitive strewn speech) again pats pockets of ill-fitting cheap Burton's suit in the extravagant manner of a bad am dram bit parter, 'Shit, eh, sorry forgot it.'
Resourceful DJ, holding a Best of the Temptations compilation called My Girl thinks on his feet,
'What if I play the best track from this one?' indicates said CD.
I stalk away, fixing Stevie with a glare,
'Phew,' I say, (Well words to that effect), 'My Girl', she'll be 'OK' with that one.'
Cue a sea of disposable cameras which are set to blind us with their one time only nuclear flashes (it was pre-affordable digital photography) as the DJ in mid-Atlantic-via-Bootle drawl announces the song.
The happy but nervous couple shuffle nervously to the centre of St William of York parish church hall dance floor awaiting the beautiful opening bars best known from their inclusion the recent Hollywood tear fest starring Macauley Culkin.
(Mrs H looked stunning BTW, an image etched, and I remain batting well above my Nick Hornby average.)
The DJ proceeds to play Matrimony by Gilbert O'Sullivan (as a laugh, what a card) and after I become sodden in flop sweat and shoot angry glances at the prick, he then cues up the intended track.
So for our first dance, his best song from The Temptations' My Girl compilation was 'Just My Imagination' a song about unrequited love that Mrs H still loathes with such a passion that it remains (mostly) unspoken.
It went down, like Billy Connolly once memorably described, like a fart in a space suit.
I can't help but think that a) Just My Imagination is the best song on that Temptations compilation and b) I love 'Do I Love You' just that wee bit more because of the unrequited nature of what I wanted it to symbolise in my life and marriage.

check out the album of the same name from which it comes. It's wonderful and you can still hear its influence today.

And if you like this kind of thing - check out the following artists
Lou Bond and his eponymous album and also Jerry Moore Ballad of Birmingham

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