Tanya Gold went on to marry the person she had her worst date with, Jack Whitehall didn't

Tanya Gold
Food columnist
My worst date was with the man who is now my husband. It was in February 1994, and we were both freshers at Oxford. He took me to see Schindler’s List. Schindler’s List is not really a date movie, even if its score does feature on The Most Relaxing Classical Album in the World… Ever! (Volume 2. I love the ‘Ever!’) It’s the genocide of European Jewry, I suppose; it just doesn’t make me want to mate with someone so tall, blond and blue-eyed they could conceivably be a Lebensborn baby. I realise now that he had a strategy; he thought I might be so upset about the Holocaust — as if it was news to me! — that I would have sex with him and produce a half-Lebensborn baby. The strategy failed for 19 years and nine months. He also bought popcorn. Schindler’s List is not really a popcorn movie, either.