My parents divorced young, and my father (then 25 in the late 1970s) started seeing a woman 15 years his senior. They had loads of flak for it and had to move house.
They're still together, and people seem to accept them more readily now.

I feel sorry for you, fella.
Although it's been a long time since I was in a break-up situation, the memories of my feelings of aimlessness and despair remain fresh.
I hope you are able to pull through with good memories of the fun and happiness you shared.

From the side of the family we do not mention.

"Eugene" is very much not a British name.

And Joanna Lumley

There was a groundswell of support to get him to record or Satnav - and he did.

And his ability to temper his voice is legendary:

Given how much of France was under the control of/allianced with the English crown up until the Hundred Years War, it's possible that Henry V did honestly believe he was liberating France from the French.

Brian Blessed is a national bloody treasure.

"It's like fucking in an elevator" - wrong on so many levels?

You wouldn't let it lie

Mine too - even her own family. Especially her own family.

Mrs p has to put up with that.
She's a CFO in a company with about $300m income - often people new to her expect her to take meeting minutes, as she's almost always the youngest person in the room. They are quickly disabused.

The no-strings no-repercussions question is a tricky one.
I honestly and truthfully have no-one I would rather be with than my wife (although I did once jokingly respond to the "wild-card/free pass" question by saying her sister: that went down well…)

I have an unusual last name - if someone shares it and lives with 80 miles, they are almost definitely related.

I used to be like that, then I dated a redhead directly before dating then marrying a blonde.

Friends of mine in the hospitality industry were once at a trade fair. Wife said to husband "Al, I'm getting hot flushes. I must be menopausal."
Husband replied with "you're standing under a patio heater".

I had a girlfriend who wouldn't wear high heels when she was with me. She was your height, and I'm just two inches taller. I thought it was her preference, but she said it was because she didn't want to hurt my ego. I soon disabused her of that (I love tall girls with long legs).
Mrs periscopes is about 5'8", and she's…

A good friend of mine (also, he was the tattooist who did my little tattoo) was going for some record: his earlobe split. That looked awful.

When Mrs periscopes has her hair cut, they insist on straightening it.
I then insist on messing it up: she has naturally wavy hair, with little curls down the back of her neck: I love those curls.