For some time, my wife's had this ridiculous idea that I'm playing too much golf. Actually, it came to a head at about 11.30 last night. She suddenly shouted at me: "Golf, golf, golf. All you ever think about is bl**dy golf!"
And I'll be honest, it frightened the life out of me. I mean, you don't expect
Of course it'll fit; you just need a bigger hammer.