I'm down the pub with my best mate Dave shooting some pool and having a good natter and some beers. "Time to go home mate" I said begrudgingly. "You can't go get" he says "give me your phone". Reluctantly I hand it over and he sends a text to my missus "Sorry love, I'm gonna be home late tonight. There's a competition to find the bloke who has the most amazing wife and I've made it to the final. See you later. Love Jim xxxx"
