Aside from the customary and indeed, frequent discussions of wedding-related matters (it's only seven weeks away), P and I continue in our programme of advanced 'getting-to-know-you-as-we'll-soon-be-life-parters.'
For me, this intails ingesting a lot of information about bags, shoes and accessories. I, of course, do her a disservice here as she does have a Masters in Political Science from LSE and a brain the size of a planet. She's about as far from a frock-obsessed air-kissers as Prince Naseem is a cautious driver. But then she does rather like bags and shoes and girlie things.
As a man, I'm a far simpler proposition. My profile to the right of here pretty-much covers it all. My taste in clothes runs to the classic -- which means I buy a single pair of Northampton-made English shoes (brogues, half-brogues and Oxfords), and all I do is re-sole them every year for the next 20. However, I do have a penchant for jazzing-up my outfits with stripey shirt -- especially those from Mr. Smith of Nottingham. But like my affection for food (covered some months ago here), my taste is fairly simple.
[I must add at this point, that P has just this minute brought me a plate of pan-fried aubergines -- yum.]
But I digress.
In recent weeks P's getting-to-know me has been about film and televisual entertainment. Sometimes this has proved to be a test for my beloved's delicate sensibilities.
With the wonders on-demand TV, I am indulging in re-sitting the entire six series of Cold Feet -- something that P completely missed first time around. ..Something to do with having a full and active social life, and being sans TV I belive. This, we agree, is fine programming and something for which we Brits have to be rightly proud of. Jimmy Nesbitt is an all-round top fella and even his Yellow Pages commericals are entertaining.
But on a more sinister note and with the football season over and nearly a month until the World Cup, the poor woman has had to sit with me as I run through my annual viewing of 'Godfathers I & II' and general first-class C/bloke features. Last night's Goodfellas I think, might have been a test too far. While she enjoyed the film overall and appreciated Scorsese's craft, the violence of it made her occasionally wince and the machismo was too much. Fridays for girlfriends and Saturdays for wives. I ask you..
Once Upon A Time In America, Scarface, Taxi Driver and Mean Streets may have to wait a while and be metred-out in more palatable doses over time.
So to re-dress the balance, tonight Matthew, I think it's Amelie or Chocolat.
E-uch! Rooney or no Rooney. Roll-on 10 June and the Paraguay game.
