At 5pm on New Years Eve I was lounging on my big bed at the Paris hotel in Las Vegas watching Running With Scissors on the 'pay-through-the-nose' TV channel. The time in the UK was 1am on New Years Day which was approximately the time Darren approached me to say hello at the shitty local gay bar exactly 6 years ago. We've been together ever since that night and only Eric Bana (dripping with chocolate and lying on my side of the bed) would be able to split us up. And that isn't going to happen.