Cheltenham Festival
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08 Mar 13
21:47
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My wife tells me I can only say the c word 3 times a day. She says I am obsessed. She just doesn't understand. I have tried to explain the roar for the supreme, the frantic arkle, the sheer excitement of the champion hurdle, but she doesn't understand. She just looks at me blankly. She moans when i shout out random selections in my sleep. Does anyone else have this problem? Any advice to make her see the light and understand?
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I am going out on the pi$$ tomorrow all day ,she will go to her mothers and not speak to me for about a week
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I got me one like that to, I have tried to get her to pick a couple of horses and she just looks at me with total disdain..she. always says this is the worst week of the year for her, but doesn't moan when I win and wine and I'dne her.
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bit worried here guys.it would seem more effort put into choosing turf winers than bride. my wife is a bit sad that for various reasons she will not be going to the festival for at least one day . but , as she said , it will soon be york for us !!!!
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I'm bound to say that for this one week in the year, she humours me on the basis that if she doesn't, it will be her that gets upset, not me!
No doubt I pay for it handsomely for the remainer of the year but frankly, I couldn't give a hee haw!! |
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As with most things when it comes to the fairer sex it can be sorted quite easy. You need to go to bank machine withdraw some £20 notes go back home and hand them over to your wife. This will sort the problem and she will start to understand/humor you.
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If this does not work you have not withdrawn enough first time round so just revisit the bank machine.
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when married the first thing to learn is the no emotion technique when your horse wins and you,ve told her its the outsider
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The last few years have been kind to me. I've not been dropped off at the station, and have to turn and say my goodbyes to a spitting cobra, expecting a strike at any second, stumbling from the car to avoid a fate worse than death.
And that's just because Mrs JOCI Club's birthday, being St. Patrick's Day, doesn't fall during the Festival again this year! Perish the thought of what might happen next year. I might need to have a stock of anti-venom available. |