AS with most things in life there are good and bad things along the road to the church and your wedding.

There are plenty of pot holes along the way which seem hell bent on making your journey as bumpy, unpleasant and painful as possible.

These pot holes take on a variety of guises and remain hidden on your journey until you've driven right into them and spilt your tea, coffee or whatever all over your lap.

It's only while driving down the road that I think you can spot them, even if it is a bit too late to do anything about them.

When I asked Lucy to marry me I knew that organising a wedding could be a big project. But I figured with 18 months to sort it out I could manage it. D-Day was planned in about the same time after all, only with less bloodshed. But despite the huge amount of time we gave ourselves we're still scrambling towards the finishing line.

Nights are now spent licking stamps, writing invites and checking lists. Could be worse, I could be spending my nights changing nappies and not getting any sleep. But the loss of free time appears to be one of those things that you have to cope with on your journey.

Another is having to spend more time in clothes shops than any normal man should be asked to bear. I've seen so many dresses, ties, shirts, kids dresses that I am feel like my life has turned into a slot on This Morning. All that lovely space in my head for useless facts about football and movies is being taken up. Indeed, this week my mum was surprised when she said she'd found her dress for the big day but couldn't remember the name of the shop yet I, much to my dismay, could (It was Karen Millen for you ladies out there wondering).

I do worry that I may run out of room for random man facts, but then again with the season Liverpool are having, maybe that's not a bad thing.

Guest lists have also proven to be a particular bumpy issue, but I had expected that. One thing I didn't expect which was a rather nice surprise, was remembering friends from the past.

These days we're told it is easier than ever to stay in touch with email, Facebook, Twitter and God knows what else, but it is still a struggle to find time to catch up with those people who had played key parts in previous chapters of your life.

I've found that getting married is a great excuse, not that you should need one, to reconnect with those people who meant so much to you in the past. Those people you made a special connection with all those years ago. Of course they're not still downing shots of tequila on a nightly basis, but most of the time there is still something there that reminds you of why you made that connection.