Egg wrote:
Be interesting to see what H's banter will be in Oz
Don't make the same mistake as my friend. When meeting the fiance of his best friend, a very beautiful Australian lady, thought he might break the ice with a joke:
Q: What's the difference between Australia and a pot of yoghurt?
A: A pot of yoghurt has more culture.
He thought she might think it funny and a bit cheeky, it bit out there northern humour. Needless to say, it didn't really go like that...
And Caroline, husbands are over-rated generally, as is the whole concept of the truth. My other half (not a husband but qualifies in that category) thinks Richard is awful, hormonal music for menopausal women, and has no interest whatsoever in coming with me to any gig. In fact, the first H gig I ever went to, he totally ruined with his huffing.
So I go with like minded, interesting people and leave him with his Suduko or whatever men do in the evening when they're on their own. These events come in the "I Will Do What I Please, Thanks For Asking" category of my life, along with campervaning, yoga, gin, lefty politics, spinach and Tottenham Hotspur.
And if that fails, just don't tell the truth on how much it cost and how many tickets you've got. One man's truth is another woman's lie, or vice versa, subjective interpretations on the journey of life, best used sparingly. Enjoy honey! x