 Yeah, and another thing, all of a sudden I don't like being married to what is known as a new woman. I want a wife, not a competitor. Competitor! Competitor! Talk about a bit, this crying in the morning thing, this depression, you know, let's get that fixed. That's what men think, isn't it? What? Unless you've got the answer, unless you can say, oh, I know this bloke in the Essex Road who could fix that, then there's no point bothering. How do you write women so well? I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.