He loves women with walloping big breasts.
“It will not always be dark at seven.”
His favourite phrase.
An orphan. Parents could not cope. Put him away. He suffered bullies, brought up his brother.
Never went to his mother’s funeral.
His wife nags and shouts, off work with her leg.
The firm will not give her a sit down job.
Doctors can find nothing wrong.
Suffered illness all her life, all his married life.
Asked her husband to take her out.
“You must be joking!” he replied.
He only stays with her because of their son. He talks and talks of his son.
He says, “My boy when he were small used to say: ‘Me can do it! Me can do it!’
Well told him he couldn’t. ‘KICK DEE! KICK DEE!’
he would shout.” And this dad laughs away his disabled
wife.
Some psychologist might say this dad needs a mother. Why else love women with walloping big breasts?