I didn’t really want to marry him

Oh, the ’80s. Wham, Duran Duran … John Taylor, used to think he was gorgeous. I also thought I was going to marry George Michael. When he came out I was gutted!

I remember bad hair cuts and really bad fashion choices! I had a mullet, short round my ears and permed at the back. Hideous, absolutely hideous. And I’d go out wearing shiny dresses, satin wrap-around dresses with big shoulder pads, bright yellow!

I was 17 when I met him, in Scorpio – it has been knocked down now, but used to be in the big car park behind the town hall. We were a big group of friends around the same age, all went to school together. I ended up going out with him, and marrying him, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

I told my dad in the car, on the way to the church, that I didn’t want to get married. My dad said, ‘What do you want to do? Go back?’ But I went ahead with it. Because everything was booked, everything was ready, everybody was waiting, I went ahead.

Three years later when I told my dad we were splitting up he just said, ‘Well, I knew it was going to come.’

Looking back now, I know why I married him – I only married him because my dad told me not to. And he was the first person I ever slept with, so I thought I should. And I was young, I was naïve – I thought I loved him but probably didn’t.