'twas 10 years ago this past February... Miss O'Lochrie (she was a taig ) was dropping hints about wanting to get married. I thought to myself, "Saturday is Valentine's Day, I'll propose as this will get the axe wound all moist and BOOM, another pearly jet will be deposited into her fallopian tubes". I went to some jewellers on the Friday before Valentine's and bought the cheapest good looking ring my measly £240 a week wages could muster. She came home from work exhausted, so I took her for an Indian, took the wean over to my mums and we went back home. The drink flowed and with Valentine's day on the Saturday, I couldn't hold my water and proposed on the Friday night.... Friday the 13th nonetheless Been one disaster after another ever since
Odd, ins't it that when a bloke tells other blokes he's getting married they invariably say "don't do it" in a jokey way. It's only later the poor **** finds out the bastards weren't joking.
15 years together and 10 years married and wouldn't change it for the world. I guess it depends on your outlook in life and what you want. I get fed great meals, great sex, a beautiful wife (IMO), a couple of great kids (sometimes!!) and a best pal too. Get married Bealey, it doesn't get any better (I hate my life)
Nup, fuddies are the way to go. Ye still get the great sex and food, and you don't get any **** aff them cos they're no in any kind of position to give ye any
I used to work for a company back in the 80s who organised such holidays ER - basically just desperate middle aged people with money going to posh hotels in various European holiday resorts looking for the bunk up but wanting to get a luxury coach everywhere... I'm going next year.
