I noticed a woman on the train earlier. She didn't particularly strike me as Kym Marsh in stature, hair colour, body shape or appearance, she also had a modicum of class and self respect... and then I saw it. She breathed out and folded her arms. It was horrific

I knew right then that my eyes had deceived me and this could well
be actual Kym Marsh despite being 350 miles from Manchester.
I did what any one of you brave souls would do in my position. I stood up, approached her... and yelled as clearly and explicitly in her face:
"Sorry love I AM NOT INTERESTED. I will *NOT* marry you

"
That saw her off good and proper

Sneaky Kym Marsh