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IT’S always nice when we have stories in the Mail featuring happy couples who have reached marital milestones.

It’s lovely to hear about Golden or Diamond wedding anniversaries, where happy husbands and wonderful wives share their memories and let us all in on the secrets behind their long and happy marriage.

Normally they’ll tell us they’ll never go to sleep on an argument, or that their love of the same things mean they never need to have an argument in the first place as they agree on everything.

I’ve no reason to doubt those sentiments, but I’m sure working offshore also helps where the bloke is sat in the middle of the North Sea on a rig for two weeks of every month with no phone signal.

Back in those days, it seems every couple in town met in The Rink, with their eyes meeting across the crowded dancefloor before the bloke plucked up the courage to ask for a dance.

He’d then walk her home, meet her at The Rink the following week then if things progressed, he would eventually ask the lass’s dad if he could start taking her out on a more regular basis.

It’s a bit different these days, and thanks to the wonders of modern technology new figures show that more than 60 per cent of us have had a crack at internet dating.

Some people in this office have had a blast online, trawling through dozens of pages of people looking for their ideal match before setting off on a bit of cyber banter to see if they can get a bite.

Nine times out of 10 the so-called ideal match ends up having a face a dog wouldn’t lick, and after an awkward real-life meeting most people realise they’ve actually hooked up with someone the tide wouldn’t take out.

One of my colleagues tells us every day that she’s sick of being single and no matter how hard she tries she can’t meet the man of her dreams anywhere.

She’s tried online dating, she’s tried to get tapped up on Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, Snapchat and allsorts of other weird and wonderful ways.

She’s been on the lonely hearts pages, she’s even tramped round the supermarket looking for lads with a basket full of meals for one.

She’s getting that desperate, if things don’t improve soon she’s going to have to do something drastic and go out on a weekend.

What a shame The Rink isn’t still open.