Jul 20
Nathan Harker was propping up the bar at the Carfax Arms public house. He was on his third pint of lager and had been complaining about his wife incessantly since midway through his first. “I don’t know why I ever married that stupid cow,” he told anyone who cared to listen. “She’s done nothing but drag me down.” This was his most often repeated matrimonial observation, followed closely by, “If only the fat pig would get run over by a bus.” This latter statement, which was also subject to mu
