If the newspapers are to be believed, then, I must also believe that a woman (it was reported) had stabbed her husband in the chest because he had come home late from watching the Manchester United-Malaysia game recently.
She did what!
First off, I don’t think anybody deserves this fate – not even a Manchester United fan. But that’s another story.
Secondly, couldn’t she just have said “I’ve had it with you; no sex for you for a month!” or something to that effect, instead?
But to cause the poor sod grievous bodily harm with a sharp instrument? Really!
Then again – and this is purely conjecture on my part – perhaps she had actually tried the Denial-of-Service (read: no sex) ploy before. But in response, her husband had probably celebrated by burning incense in front of his Manchester United poster and doing triple somersaults to show his gratitude.
Maybe she’s never heard of hand-cuffs and whipped cream. Again, maybe this is another story altogether.
Is it just me? Or are there more psychotic women running around loose these days?
This brings me to my next point. When I was younger (and streetlights were few and far between) my elders used to forbid me from coming home late at night. The reasoning was simple: all sorts of dangers lurked outside the home late at night. You could easily get whacked and nobody would be the wiser for it.
But now, even though the streets are lit bright as day, it seems that nothing has changed. Coming back home late at night is still a dangerous proposition. The only difference is that, nowadays, the source of danger lives inside your house!