Here follows a conversation which may or (in all likelihood) may not have happened when Caleb Followill was a little boy in school.
Caleb’s teacher: “What do you want to be when you grow up, Caleb?”
Caleb: “I want to form a Southern rock band with my brothers, be hugely successful, have loads of Number 1 singles and albums, win a Grammy Award and amass a net worth of about five million dollars”.
Caleb’s teacher: “Wow, that’s quite a vivid dream for the humble son of a Pentecostal evangelist minister, but I see no reason why that can’t happen. You go for it”.
"Is that your hand in your pocket or... oh, it is your hand in your pocket"
Caleb: “Oh, and I want to marry Victoria’s Secret model Lily Aldridge.”
Caleb’s teacher: “What? Don’t be so ridiculous. Firstly, Victoria’s Secret models are some of the most attractive women on the planet; you’re a five-year-old child with a wispy beard and a penchant for threadbare checked shirts. And secondly, Lily Aldridge is only two years old, what with this increasingly ludicrous conversation happening in 1987 and all.”
Caleb: “Hmph. I’ll show you.”
And show his fictitious infant school teacher he did, or at least is about to, as Caleb Followill and Lily Aldridge are due to wed in May.
"I KNOW it's our wedding night, Lil, but Rocky IV is on..."
Which just goes to show: follow your dreams, use your distinctive barritone voice to propel your band to mega stardom, become a millionaire, and you too can marry a Victoria's Secret Angel.
As a celebrity couple, asinine gossip mags across the land will no doubt indulge in nonsensical debate about what pointless moniker they can give the pair in a 'Brangelina' or 'Bennifer' style. We're not going to do that, though.