Get in!!! Thank fcuk for all the Eastenders Fans...
Amen to that Big Bozza. She is completely and utterly mega. Broken glass, wanking on shadows etc etc.
Dark lane, can of lighter fluid and a zippo. Roll of duct tape and do us all a favour take that craig revels in the boot in the bargain. I have no anger issues at all but I can honestly say I would never get bored of punching that smug face.SWMBO - Do you want to come around for Sunday dinner, be about 6.30pm, I'm putting on a chicken roast.
Me - Oooooh that would be lovely, I'll see you then.
Me - Oooh that looks lovely, I'll plate up and do the gravy. (Cue lots of kitchen banter and hugs)
SWMBO - Lovely, I'll just put Strictly Catch Up on, there's a lovely dress I want you to see and there's some lovely dancing with the blokes in WW I uniforms.
Me - No thanks
SWMBO - But you'll love it
Me - No really, I'd rather not
But it's a really lovely dress
No really, I don't want to watch it, I told you this last time I'd rather put hot needles in my eyes
But it's the catch up from last night
So record it
But it's on now
So record it (getting really p*ssed off now)
10 mins later the food is sticking in my throat, you can cut the atmosphere with a knife and apart from the Strictly sh*te on the screen you can hear a pin drop.
End of the program 30 minutes later I'm sat skimming through the phone looking at various news outlets. Nothing has been said since the food was put on the table.
SWMBO gets up, clears the plates, potters around in the kitchen saying nothing with the atmosphere temperature at −273.15 degrees then announces she's going to bed.
Cue 10 minute argument where I'm made to feel a **** and she's giving out the passive aggressive cold burn treatment. Major strop on my part and back to base in a foul mood with no doubt a week of the silent treatment on the cards.
I understand that my partner is an ex-dancer and she totally loves everything about this programme but I cannot stand it, in fact I can't even begin to describe how much this sh*t gets on my tits.
My tolerance levels for a lot of things in our relationship (and to be perfectly honest life in general) has gone through the floor recently, so much so that I'm really starting to wonder if it's worth carrying on. I've been suffering from a lot of mood swings recently and it seems everytime we have a good moment it's ruined shortly afterwards by a kick off (invariable down to a misunderstanding, an argument over her stroppy daughter / overbearing sister or an imagined slight). I just don't seem to be able to find a happy medium and get back to the way our relationship used to be when I really couldn't give a **** about what she watched as long as she didn't watch it whilst I was there.