The thing about men is, if we fall out, it's fists followed by quick forgiveness and it's all forgotten.
Which shows the stupidity but also the good camaraderie between men.
When women/gay men fall out, they aren't happy until lives are ruined. Often bringing themselves down just so long as their nemesis falls too.
I am of course, agitating and exaggerating.
But tell me Pickering, why can't a woman, be more like a man?
Why can't she belch, fart, snooze for hours and pee standing up?
Why can't she pop off down the bookies and smother every meal in ketchup?
Why all the fretting and the fuss? Why the make-up, pretty clothes and silly accessories?
Why not just be a hairy, unkept slob, well, well like us?
Quite, quite old chap, couldn't agree more...