Mrs Scaramanga
Some of you have had the good fortune to meet my betrothed at bashes where she arrives full of trpidation and nervousness, and ends the evening as life and soul of the party.

And this year she finally caved in and bloody married me.
God knows why.

In what, for various reasons, has been a very very mixed year of highs and lows, she has always been there looking after me, and stopping me from being too silly. Though a bit of silly is appreciated, and often encouraged.
She's one of the hardest working people I know, yet rarely complains.
She puts up with me refusing to learn to drive, watching far too much football, spending too much time on the computer, making her watch awful movies, clogging up the flat with books I never read, DVDs I never watch and other assorted 'stuff' that 'you never know when you might need'.

She's just ace.
( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 8:48, 6 replies)

GAY.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 10:06, closed)

Learn to drive
Or don't. Up to you. Though you probably should.
( Dervel OTBC, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 13:34, closed)

Thing is, if I do
I'll probably only drive two or three times a year
( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 14:34, closed)

.
and your Mrs would be able to get pissed, and would giggle and stuff.

Bad idea.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 16:45, closed)

Aww...
:)

*group Scaramangahugs*
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 20:09, closed)

This, very much :)

(Mrs Trellis GIN, Wed 22 Dec 2010, 9:29, closed)