I read a really appalling story in the paper the other day. After 15 years of loving and uneventful marriage, this guy took to subjecting his wife to increasingly savage and apparently randomly triggered beatings. Sick. What took him so long? my father, God bless him, who never missed a day's work in forty years and always wore a shirt and tie, no matter the day or the weather, was dragging my mother around the house by her hair and braying her with a an old carburretor in a sock on their very wedding night ( Principally because she called him a no-cock, welsh cunt..). I am all for maintaining a certain mystique in a relationship, and waiting a few days before revealing your bread-knife braying prowess, but fifteen years is just plain taking the p*ss. Come on fellas, let her know she's special and say it with a length of electrical flex and a barber's strop!