It was twenty years ago, today, that Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
Apparently.
But, it was actually twenty-five years ago, today, that the current Mrs Masher and I tied the knot.
Yes, twenty-five long, hard years.
Longer than most of the other celebrity marriages.
I have taken the day off today… to go and collect my medal.
Twenty-five years? You don’t even get that for murder these days.
But congratulations on your milestone.
I’ve not even been offered parole, Bren.
Well, Congratulations. I don’t know how she does it. I hope you took her geocaching as you had a day off. What more could a woman ask for on her 25th anniversary.
Geocaching is certainly not what she asked for, Dave, trust me.
Can you not hear Cliff singing in the background.
Congrats to both of you. Wonder how your blog will read on your 42nd .
👨👩👧👦🎉
Nope, all I can hear singing in my ears, is this goddamn tinnitus.
Scientists have discovered that the longer people stay married, the more they begin to look alike. After 25 years you better start putting name tags in your underwear. [anon]
Happy Anniversary and congrats Mr & Mrs M!
Thanks Graham.
Good advice on the underwear thing… don’t want to find myself inadvertantly thonged up!
Many congratulations! I never managed it, well done your two.
I meant you two.
Yes, us too.
Thanks.