I took my wife to "Great" Yarmouth (inverty-commas in the right place this time) once, rig

ht at the start of our courtship, way back when all this was prairie. It was the coldest February day that year and the weather was f**king horrific. The wind whipped in off that steel grey sea and cut right through you like knives.

I did that to make sure that for as long as possible she never WANTS ME TO TAKE HER BACK TO GREAT FUCKING YARMOUTH EVER AGAIN.

It's worked so far.

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Jun 7, 13:42:40