Why-Oh-Why July?

[Sweder]

I was about to write 'You bastard! I wait all my life for a bass guitar and you just go out and buy one' when I realised three things;

1) The reason I haven't (to date) done precisely that is because I'd have to admit that I can't play and so spend hours trying to learn

2) Not having one has been a 'useful bone of contention' between me and Mrs S.

3) Whatever the reason I don't have a bass (yet!) it's not your fault!

Do you have/ did you ever have those? Useful bones of contention? They're long-standing subjects about which you and a loved one can safely argue, both comfortable in the knowledge that the outcome is neither serious nor required. These topics give you an outlet for a bit of frieindly spousal banter with nothing so vital as the locaton of your next holiday or that inexplicable lap-dancing club receipt that fell out at the dry cleaners on the line.

Every year Mrs S asks me what I'd like for my birthday.
I always say - and its been 24 years now - that I'd like a bass guitar.
She laughs, buys me something else and so the running gag between us continues for another year.

Perhaps I'll go out and find myself that Rickenbacker.
There again, perhaps I won't

[SIZE="1"]NB: Rickenbacker is/ was the weapon of choice for Lemmy . . . and Bruce Foxton.[/SIZE]