It’s comforting to realise you are not the only half-wit husband out there. Take my friend Ian Black for instance. He tells me he’s known as a bit of a rapper and now likes to be called “I Am Black”. But I think he may have mis-heard someone telling him to get off the lavvy. I digress.
As usual, I was on best behaviour when we pulled up outside their Purley manor. I put to one side mental images of I Am appearing at the front door dressed in his best Pearly King jacket dancing the hornpipe and singing ‘Any Old Iron’ with a big partially toothed gormless grin…………
and concentrated on the matter at hand. Namely, ensuring Lady S’ tiara was firmly attached to the blue-blooded bonce as ‘one doesn’t know how the natives will behave’ and she ‘didn’t want it to fall orf if she got a bit squiffy’. Actually we were met by I Am and his lovely wife Veronique, or, as he likes to call her – Veyron-Eeek. Not to her face obviously. And this brings me to my point. I Am is a perfect example of the married man syndrome. He has become like an open book to his wife. Utterly unable to get away with even the smallest white lie without immediate detection by Veyron. Despite his most determined efforts. I, for example, can walk through the door and Lady S will take one look at me and say, all squinty-eyed
- a) ‘where have you been? You’ve been down the pub haven’t you?’
- b) ‘You’ve been a long time… you’ve had a pie from the bakers haven’t you’
- c) ‘what have you bought?’
It’s uncanny! It could even be something as simple as the giving of an impromptu bunch of flowers soliciting, counter-intuitively us chaps would say, ‘what have you done wrong……’ It’s just not fair. Especially as they are always bang on the button!
Back to the great evening we had, Veyron’s dinner was a complete tour-de-force pulling heavily on her french connection, or FCUK as I Am and I enjoyed sniggering about. His contribution to the fantastic dinner was limited to slicing the bread for breadcrumbs and, I got the impression from the dark mutterings in the kitchen, didn’t do those very well. I said nothing.
Like mine, his wife regards him as a complete idiot. It’s a wonder we manager to dress ourselves in the morning let alone alone hold down a good job. Well actually I don’t have a proper job but he’s got a good one. One where he’s allowed to talk to people and make decisions. Not like at home, obviously.
We are the down-trodden oppressed gender-challenged of the matriarchal society we are forced to live in. Don’t let any woperson tell you otherwise!