el punal
Well-known member
Last night the unblemished years of marriage to the memsahib nearly came to an abrupt halt. There I was cosily sat on the sofa contemplating which match to watch on TV, Brentford v Fulham or Eastleigh v Swindon. The good lady wife enquires " What are you watching? ", " Football. " I reply. Snorts of derision came in my direction, a verbal volley of " all you ever watch is football, or what you want to watch, you never ask me, men always control the remote, blah, blah, ". Ouch!
Then it happened, the breaking of the unwritten rule. She gets the TV remote and goes onto recorded programmes and decides to watch . . . . Australian Masterchef!!! The only time she watches this colonial gunk is when I am happily away watching the Albion in action. Not only that, but she's recorded 46 (forty six!) episodes of wannabes spit roasting kangaroos or whatever other crazy culinary nightmare.
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Then it happened, the breaking of the unwritten rule. She gets the TV remote and goes onto recorded programmes and decides to watch . . . . Australian Masterchef!!! The only time she watches this colonial gunk is when I am happily away watching the Albion in action. Not only that, but she's recorded 46 (forty six!) episodes of wannabes spit roasting kangaroos or whatever other crazy culinary nightmare.
TThe If