Rigatoni with sweet sausage and tomato sauce

KEMPY and Coggsy have named the day. That is to say Kempy's named the day, Coggsy still seems blissfully ignorant of the whole situation. Then again, he's a miserable sod at the best of times and thinks it might affect his overall doom-laden outlook to be part of a "happy couple".
He rang the desk from Spain, where the lovebirds finally came to their decision, and demanded: "How do you know?" when Shutts took it upon himself to offer hearty congratulations. The fact that Kempy had texted the world and its wife was probably something to do with it. Perhaps she should have sent a text to her future husband, too.
We were trying to work out how the romantic proposal came about. Best theory was that they were on the golf course, Coggsy went down on one knee to repair a divot and Kempy said: "Yes". Not quite registering what he had done, Coggsy preceded to the 19th hole and drank with his normal gusto. Kempy just assumed he was celebrating the impending nuptials.
On the other hand, knowing Coggsy's penchant for gambling, perhaps he just did it for a bet!
I have a sneaky suspicion that Kempy is ashamed of her "mates" at WoS. She is the contents editor of a Sunday newspaper, erego her busiest day is a Saturday - the same goes for her colleagues. So which day does she choose for the marriage? A Saturday, of course, December 1.
I uncovered the true reason behind this choice of day when she sent me a text, telling me that I would have to behave as the wedding was in Tunbridge Wells. Apparently, those little Englanders with their tidy flowerbeds and neatly trimmed lawns aren't ready for an invasion by Rippers, Withers and co. Bastards.

Last night I got home early mainly because Withers, on Pillow duty again, had access to Sky Sports and wanted to watch his beloved Crewe take on Manchester United in the Carling Cup. They did well, taking the game into extra time before losing to virtually the last kick of the game. Poor old Withers must have been distraught.
I, by contrast, chose to watch the new Doctor Who spin-off Torchwood. A very good concept along the lines of Men in Black and based in Cardiff. Trouble was the storylines were crap.
Before I settled down I decided to cook up some Italian sausages I had in the Fridge. Resorting to the Sopranos cookbook I chose Rigatoni with sweet sausage and Tomato sauce.
YOU NEED:
1lb plain Italian sausages (I normally get them from a specialist delicatessen or Cardiff market)
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 garlic cloves finely chopped
1/2 cup dry white wine
Four chopped fresh tomatoes and a tin of peeled plum tomatoessalt and pepper3 or 4 basil leaves, torn up.
1lb rigatoni
1/2 cup grated parmigian or Pecorino cheese

Remove sausage casings and chop sausage fine.
Heat oil in a large saucepan or wok
Add sausage and garlic and cook on medium heat until brown, stirring regularly.
Add wine and simmer until wine evaporates
Stir in tomatoes, salt and pepper (be careful not to add TOO much salt)Simmer for an hour.
Meanwhile, cook the rigatoni in boiling water for 10-15 mins until done, drain, then add to the tomato sauce.
Mix well and add the basil leaves.
Heat through then serve, topping off with cheese and chilli flakes, if liked.