Celebrating 49 years of wedded bliss with my lovely bride today (married in Burstwick, 1967). The dynasty now has 4 (all growed-up) children and 6 grandchildren, with 2 more on the way. We're off out now to our favourite (affordable) restaurant for filet mignon 'n trimmings, so you'll all have to argue among yourselves tonight.
OK BT I will say congratulations fella. have a great night. I thought I was doing well on 33 years of bliss. I worked in Burstwick for 17 yrs ...
My daughter gets married in four hours, I've got a houseful of bridesmaids, hairdressers and make-up artists, all quaffing pink champagne. I'm keeping well out the way.
Here's to a wonderful day and a life together filled with mutual support , laughter, joy and happiness. I've got a job interview at Hallmark later.
Mrs Bengals deserves a medal. Or a knighthood. Even a statue outside our ground. Hope your day goes well Lambo, congratulations to your daughter!
Was that the one who a couple of years ago ran in an event for charity and donations came from here and the Leeds board. My wife was on here at the time but we both contributed. I remember asking her to ask you to stop swearing so much on football forums and you did improve!
I can't believe Mrs Bengals has had the inner strength to suffer and tolerate such a numpty for 49 years. For that she has my unreserved sympathy. She must have the patience and tolerance of a saint.
Well, GULP, for a start, she's obviously much smarter than you, and much better looking. She could have married any man she wanted. Thank you for your support. I will always wear it.
You're a pensioner. Shouldn't you be crown green bowling or something? Her luck was totally out over the last 49 years. She of course has my sympathy. Given you don't actually know who I am or what I look like your comments for a person your age are actually embarrassing - for you. When did you leave the UK? I'm sure the flags were out that day and celebrations declared all around East Yorkshire and any other area in the UK you had infested with your vitriolic nonsense.