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Inspired in part by the thread about the smuggest person in the UK.

Got me thinking about possibly the lowest point in my relationship with a woman. Given that I can't stand Jeremy Clarkson and would have serious trouble telling a Ferrari from a Skoda, you can imagine my delight when my girlfriend made me sit through 2 hours of Top Gear (mentioning it was her favourite programme no less than five times).

Thus, I sat silently (occasionally nodding and chuckling) as the ghoulish clown prattled on and my girlfriend howled with laughter, my blood boiling to unhealthy levels. Being the tenacious worrier I am, I said absolutely nothing but if ever there was a sign that a relationship was totally doomed this was surely it...

The only positive was that I got to watch a full half-furlong of a Sandown handicap the following day before having the remote ripped from my hand and the "shite" turned off.

Anyone care to make me feel better with their own horror stories?
 
About 85% of our Sky+ storage space is taken-up by unwatched episodes of Big Brother that Mrs Relkeel "needs to catch-up with".

What a f*cking moron she is!
 
I'm not too bad with what my wife watches..but the women at work watch the most horrendous shite known to man..their other halves must have their brains scooped out every night to get through that pap..or they have sheds or allotments to retire to
 
You must be keeping her well entertained then Relks, if she's looking to that crap to get her entertainment!

Still I can talk, I'm enjoying listening to Tommo prattling at the moment and he's raising the odd grin!!
 
You must be keeping her well entertained then Relks, if she's looking to that crap to get her entertainment!

Still I can talk, I'm enjoying listening to Tommo prattling at the moment and he's raising the odd grin!!
 
... when, having had to buy my own bleedin' pillows for my side of the bed, paid N amount of times for meals and groceries when he'd done the body-tapping, gawrsh-I've-left-my-wallet-behind-again dance, he announced on a Christmas Day long ago that, if we phoned up to tell my mother and a bunch of friends we weren't joining them at a hotel for a long-planned lunch, we could go 'for free' to two people he'd met just once, for drinks and snacks (because "that'll save us a tenner each"). Best Christmas present that year was the one I then gave myself, when I said "Goodbye!" and marched off sharply to an excellent lunch.
 
I can't think why people think being a single woman makes you someone to be pitied.

I watch what I want, when I want. I go where I want, when I want. The whole of a double bed is all mine unless I choose to share it occasionally.

Once the good manners have worn off a new relationship, if I find I don't like him as much as I thought initially I just drift away and go my own way.

I never have to sit through hours of boring pre- and post-match discussions or have the programme I'm watching suddenly flicked over in the middle while he channel-hops and finds that everything else is even more boring, returning to the original to find that the best bit has been and gone.

Still pitying me? :D
 
redhead said:
I can't think why people think being a single woman makes you someone to be pitied.

I watch what I want, when I want. I go where I want, when I want. The whole of a double bed is all mine unless I choose to share it occasionally.

Once the good manners have worn off a new relationship, if I find I don't like him as much as I thought initially I just drift away and go my own way.

I never have to sit through hours of boring pre- and post-match discussions or have the programme I'm watching suddenly flicked over in the middle while he channel-hops and finds that everything else is even more boring, returning to the original to find that the best bit has been and gone.

Still pitying me? :D
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Well said! There's defintely a lot to be said for the single life :D
 
redhead said:
I can't think why people think being a single woman makes you someone to be pitied.

I watch what I want, when I want. I go where I want, when I want. The whole of a double bed is all mine unless I choose to share it occasionally.

Once the good manners have worn off a new relationship, if I find I don't like him as much as I thought initially I just drift away and go my own way.

I never have to sit through hours of boring pre- and post-match discussions or have the programme I'm watching suddenly flicked over in the middle while he channel-hops and finds that everything else is even more boring, returning to the original to find that the best bit has been and gone.

Still pitying me? :D
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So very, very true, Redhead! Slight downside every now and then when a machine goes very wrong (I am ashamed to admit machinery / comprehension / patience are not three words you'd find in a sentence describing me...) and the bloke isn't around but, other than that minor irritation, being able to do what I want, when I want to really is very much appreciated after so many years of being part of a 'couple'...
 
Now, there was a time
when they used to say
that behind ev'ry great man,
there had to be a great woman.
But oh, in these times of change,
you know that it's no longer true.
So we're comin' out of the kitchen,
'cause there's something we forgot to say to you.
We say, Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their own two feet
and ringin' on their own bells.
We say, Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
Now, this is a song to celebrate
the conscious liberation of the female state.
Mothers, daughters,
and their daughters too, woh yeah,
woman to woman,
we're singing with you, ooh, ooh.
The "inferior sex" has got a new exterior.
We got doctors, lawyers, politicians too,
ooh ooh ooh, ooh.
Ev'rybody, take a look around.
Can you see, can you see, can you see,
there's a woman right next to youou.
We say, Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their own two feet
and ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
Now we ain't makin' stories,
and we ain't layin' plans.
Don't you know that a man still loves a woman,
and a woman still loves a man
just the same, though.
Ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
There was a time,
oh, when they used to say
that behind ev'ry great man,
there had to be a great woman.
In these times of change,
you know that it's no longer true.
So we're comin' out of the kitchen,
'cause there's something we forgot to say to you.
We say, Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their own two feet
and ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselvesselves.
Sisters are doin' it, doin' it,
doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it…
Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
uhhuh, uhhuh, yeah.
Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
uhhuh, uhhuh, uhhuh, yeah.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
I say, yeah, yeah,
Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their…
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
 
EC1 said:
I'm not too bad with what my wife watches..but the women at work watch the most horrendous shite known to man..their other halves must have their brains scooped out every night to get through that pap..or they have sheds or allotments to retire to
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I tend to make myself unpopular with female colleagues. As soon as they say something about watching Big Brother I tell them they're an affront to intelligent women and promptly leave them to fizz and/or swear at me. I now do it for a laugh (to myself) but I just don't get how anyone can watch that stuff.

The best thing I've done in recent years was to get an extension built. I've got a big flat-screen telly in there and as soon as Mrs O switches on Friends or X-Factor or anything else I don't fancy I'm offski into the extension to watch stuff l prefer.
 
Personally can't stand BB, don't mind Xfactor and the like, as you do at least get the opportunity to see some talent, but hate the dancing on ice type of thing. Although some may beg to disagree I actually quite like the Cowell and Morgan combination.
 
Desert Orchid said:
I tend to make myself unpopular with female colleagues. As soon as they say something about watching Big Brother I tell them they're an affront to intelligent women and promptly leave them to fizz and/or swear at me. I now do it for a laugh (to myself) but I just don't get how anyone can watch that stuff.
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I've laid Sophie from this year's programme on numerous occassions. Don't tell the tabloids. :ninja:
 
Thank Gawd I've arrived at an age where kindly friends - and presumptuous total strangers! - no longer feel there's the likelihood of an outcome in introducing me to 'charming' divorced and widowed men. Up to your early 50s, they seem to think there's still a market for you. I think the next step, after a hiatus of a few decades, is when you're 80+, and 'wouldn't it be sweeeeet' if you got together with someone's Uncle Arthur, presumably to exchange incontinence stories and eat crustless sandwiches. Thanks, but at that point, that'll be me hurtling off Beachy Head, strapped into my mobility scooter.
 
when I drove him the whole half hour to a Pizza Hut on a freezing winter night because he "fancied" a pizza.I didnt so I ordered chicken wings for myself.On way home he opens box of wings and say "who are these for",I say "me but you can try one if you like".5 minutes later cut to me asking him to pass me one because the smell is making me hungry,his reply "oh,did you want one?I didnt realise,theres none left". After 8 months together it was that moment that made me pull over the car and kick him out on side of road!:mad:
 
look, it's preferable to listening to old ladies moaning and/or snoring. Tracks, have you kicked her into touch yet?!
 
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