October, 20th 2006 00:05 AM
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Picture the scene: a timid-looking, plainly-dressed middle-aged old man - his short hair well-oiled and sharply-parted, his small wire glasses picked out by a solitary shaft of light - stands in the middle of some dark and echoing room...
My Lord, may I speak to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury before they leave to reach the verdict, and before you, my Lord, pass sentence upon that verdict? Thank you. You have heard that for many years I lived a happy and simple bachelor existence. And, like most bachelors, I was rather set in my ways. I was an active member of the local church society. I also belonged to a small music appreciation group, made up of some very close friends. It was during one of these musical evenings that I first met the woman who was later to become my wife. She was actually everything that a man could have wished for: she was attractive, witty and intelligent, but, above all, she shared - or at least she gave the appearance of sharing - my interests. It was only in the following months that I began to see her as she really was. She created such embarrassing scenes that gradually, one by one, my friends began to stay away. I had to suffer her sulks, her fits of frenzied rage, her long accusing silences. Until eventually she just followed me about the house, nagging incessantly. There was no escape from her shrewish voice. And then, on the night referred to by the prosecution, she followed me down to the last sanctuary that I had: the cellar. My mind snapped. I could take no more. I picked up a hammer, and, as she turned to face me, mocking laughter fell from her twisted mouth. There was no fear in her eyes. She dared me to hit her - she actually dared me - and, God forgive me, I did. I struck again, and again, and again.
(A woman's voice calls out: ‘Henry!')
Yes, dear?
(‘What are you doing down there in the cellar?)
Just practising, just practising...
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NEW EVENING CLASSES FOR MEN
OPEN TO MEN ONLY
ALL AGES WELCOME
Note: due to the complexity and level of difficulty, each course will only accept a maximum of eight participants
The course covers two days, and topics include: -
DAY ONE
HOW TO FILL ICE CUBE TRAYS
Step by step guide with slide presentation
TOILET ROLLS - DO THEY GROW ON HOLDERS?
Roundtable discussion
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LAUNDRY BASKET AND FLOOR
Practical session
DISHES & CUTLERY: DO THEY LEVITATE/FLY THEMSELVES TO KITCHEN SINK/DISHWASHER BY THEMSELVES?
Debate among a panel of experts
LOSS OF VIRILITY
Losing the remote control to your significant other - help line and support groups
LEARNING HOW TO FIND THINGS
Starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house upside down while screaming: Open forum
DAY TWO
EMPTY MILK CARTONS: DO THEY BELONG IN THE FRIDGE OR THE BIN?
Group discussion and role-play
HEALTH WATCH: BRINGING HER FLOWERS IS NOT HARMFUL TO YOUR HEALTH
PowerPoint presentation
REAL MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WHEN LOST
Real life testimonial from one man who did
IS IT GENETICALLY POSSIBLE TO SIT QUIETLY AS SHE PARALLEL PARKS?
Driving simulation
LIVING WITH ADULTS: BASIC DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOUR MOTHER & YOUR PARTNER
Outline class and role-playing
HOW TO BE THE IDEAL SHOPPING COMPANION
Relaxation techniques, meditation and breathing exercises
REMEMBERING IMPORTANT DATES & CALLING WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE
Bring your diary or PDA to class
GETTING OVER IT: LEARNING HOW TO COPE WITH BEING WRONG ALL THE TIME
Individual counselling sessions
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