How to voice your wife's complaints as if they were your own, with Brooklyn Peltz Beckham

LIKE many men, I am expert in hearing what my wife says and later, without consultation, voicing all her views as if they were always and forever mine own. Here’s how: 

Believe clothes are important

Spend your life slouching around in jeans and baseball caps? Then you may feel clothes are unimportant. Not so! In fact, if you listen to your wife they’re the most important thing in the world and, still not understanding why even though she’s always on about it, it’s best to repeat what she says about her wedding dress without question. It’s only a dress.

Concede she’s right about your mum

The two most important women in your life are at loggerheads – well, one hates the other, that’s similar – but one is your wife and has sex with you, therefore she’s right. It follows that your mum is wrong, that she did do that deliberately to humiliate your poor wife, that she knew exactly how it would make her feel and it is your duty to stand up for her.

Accept her views on your exes

There may have been other women in your life, wrongly, before your wife. You may have views on these women, for example that you have ‘stayed friends’, ‘were only ever friends’ or ‘I barely know her, she was my sister’s mate’. These views are offensive. Instead, bravely offer up a new view: they were all bitches and whores who you should never see.

Refuse to see anyone without your wife

Your mind is your own and always will be, but sometimes when she’s not around you get confused and say things you later find out you didn’t mean. Therefore it is your opinion, and yours alone, that to meet your father or siblings without your wife present is an insult to her which outrages you. You’ve checked with her and that’s 100 per cent right.

Throw in something about displaced dogs

Eager to help in crafting your own words from your soul, you suggest to your life partner they could use some mass appeal. Instantly, like an angel spreading the Lord’s good gospel, an incident when she wanted to help displaced dogs and your mum wouldn’t unless she could talk to you which you’ve never forgiven her for comes back to you.

Finish with ‘the narrative that my wife controls me is completely backwards’ 

Finally, in case the media erroneously believes you’re estranged from your parents because of your wife, due to all these incidents centring on your wife and her bruised feelings, explicitly deny that your wife has her fist up your arse working you like a ventriloquist’s dummy. Who’s controlling the media narrative now? I am. Aren’t I babe?

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Heartwarming: this grandad keeps traditional bigotry alive by hating the French

IN turbulent times, one 82-year-old is bucking modern trends of racial and xenophobic hatred by reserving his ire for one specific group: the French.

Grandfather-of-six Bill McKay, who was born long after the Napoleonic Wars, has cast aside suggestions he reframe his bigotry against those of a particular colour or religion because he feels it is his patriotic duty as an Englishman to loathe anyone called Pierre.

He said: “Those unwashed, onion-wearing, Gauloises-smoking bastards turn my stomach, and they always have. Give me an Afghan or a Kurd any day.

“The papers are always going on about small boats, but why are they coming here? To escape the laziness and sexual licentiousness of those Frog bastards, and who can blame them? We should flood the Chunnel.”

Asked how his inspirational flame of hatred for our continental neighbours burns so bright, Bill explained that it is because they are like us but different and their chips are too thin.

He continued: “With a Cambodian bloke you know where you stand. The French? You never know when they’ll offer you what seems like a normal sausage but it’s got garlic in.

“I refuse to support any party that recognises France as a nation. Farage? No better than Pétain as far as I’m concerned. Brexit didn’t go far enough.

“We should evict them from their embassy and turned it into a shelter for homeless veterans. It’s time we looked after our own, not those Camembert-cramming cocks.”