It started out as a bit of a joke.
His wife, you see, once DJed with Mani, formerly bassist in The Stone Roses, currently bassist with Primal Scream. From time to time, she saw him about town, emerging from Sainsbury's, having a drink in The Cornerhouse, all over the place, and they'd let on to each other.
'Alright,' she'd say.
'Alright,' Mani would reply.
Or she would raise her considerable eyebrows and he would return the favour.
And so it became a bit of a joke. If they were sitting in of a night watching some history of the 90s or something, and Mani popped up, he'd say, 'There's your second husband again,' and she'd reply, 'Oh aye.' If there were rumours of a possible 'Roses reunion, or a new Primal Scream album in the works, or if Mani was DJing somewhere local, he'd make sure to mention it later the same night over gammon and eggs.
'Your second husband has been busy,' he'd say.
'What's he done now?' she'd reply.
And then he'd regale her with the latest and they'd laugh and she'd say, 'I don't know why you're laughing. That's my second husband you're talking about.'
It was a joke and a joke it remained until she left him for a stone-mason from Altrincham who specialised in carving fancy flowers into the pillars and porticoes of the rich and famous.