Quote ="pmh"I used to be a big boxing fan, and in particular of "The Punching Jeweller", Gary Mason.
Anyway, me and ms. pmh are down in fancy Larndan one day and I decided to pop the question. Obviously, she knew she wouldn't do any better than a suave sophisticated geezer, like me, with a high level of panache (by Léntheric) and accepted whilst in floods of tears.
So, we mosey off to get a rock for the lady and stumbled across Gary Mason's jewellers. Gets ms. pmh a belting rock, platinum setting, 1 carat, you know the score. During this moment of heart touching romance, which Gary seemed to be quite enjoying sharing with us, a thought pops into my usually dull and sterile swede, so, plucking up the courage and I puts me proposal to The Big G Man.
Fast forward three months and there we are getting married in the ring before Big Gary's much anticipated bought against former Olympic super heavy weight champion, Tyrell Biggs.
Brilliant. I'm loving it. ms. pmh looking sweet in a Bruce Oldfield taffeta number, I'd gone a bit left field with a safari suit, desert boot combo and The Gster fired up and ready to go when ms. pmh joshingly says to Gary;
"Have you always had such a big fat flat nose, cos pretty lucky if you have, what with being a boxer and all?"
Gary's psyched up ready for his fight and takes immediate umbridge to this slur and replies, rather haughtily;
"Might have a big fat flat nose but at least me fizzogs not a body double for a melted welly like thee, love"
Can't let that go can I? But before I can jump across the ring to take this up with Brother G, ms. pmh has got over there first and caught him a pearler in the nack-a-jimas-and-pliers with her [ivery[/i pointy Christian Louboutin's.
It's all gone off from there, messy, very messy. Too messy for a family board like this.
Day. Ruined.
Wish I'd gone to The KC (even though it wasn't built then).
True story.'"
WTF is all that bollox about?, have you just watched the football factory or green street, what a plonker
