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I Only Came For The Music: 31 - Laughing Into The Future

...At the speed of light Captain Evans reappeared determined to save me from a fate worse than death. "McKay, I think you'd better leave!"

McKay, was that his name? I didn't want to be saved. He didn't know it yet but McKay was the man I was going to marry. I walked outside with him.

He took my hand and we ran laughing into the future, and within my head a thousand angel voices soared into the Hallelujah chorus....

Betty McKay meets the man who is still at her side more than 50-years on.

Buying my first evening dress left me penniless, but deliriously happy.

At the Christmas Ball Captain Evans was a good dancer, but hopeless at small talk. Suddenly a Scots voice brusquely interrupted the tedious flow: "This is my dance I think."

Away we waltzed, across a crowded dance floor, leaving the gallant captain staring after us, his mouth agape in astonishment.

Of course I recognized him at once, and my heart somersaulted. In the past two months I'd seen him everywhere. I'd even dreamt about him. He'd probably never even noticed me. Then he said something I didn't quite catch.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said you looked as if you'd stepped off a star."

Perhaps he was drunk but I didn't think so. Then he kissed me.

At the speed of light Captain Evans reappeared determined to save me from a fate worse than death. "McKay, I think you'd better leave!"

McKay, was that his name? I didn't want to be saved. He didn't know it yet but McKay was the man I was going to marry. I walked outside with him.

He took my hand and we ran laughing into the future, and within my head a thousand angel voices soared into the Hallelujah chorus.

That is how I will always remember it. I'd found my own true love. I left for home the next morning, terrified he would forget all about me. He didn't though. He was there waiting for me with open arms on my return, and we have been there for each other ever since.

Love is the greatest thing, the oldest yet the latest thing. Love, that's what they all sing and write about, don't they? Abelard and Eloise, Romeo and Juliet, Catherine and Heathcliff. Dead, damaged or deranged, poor things.

Hugh and Betty, in love for over fifty years and still going strong. What does that make us? I'll tell you exactly what that makes us - fabulously, marvellously, stupendously rich - richer and happier by far than Croesus.

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