After a long tiring Thursday I settled myself onto the settee and lost myself in Big Brother. I hadn’t realised that my top button on my trousers was undone and in my comfort I had slid down the settee and was in the optimum position to relax and enjoy the show.

Idle thoughts drifting through my mind and I felt content and happy. Then my beautiful wife, glancing in my direction gives a grunt or a snort, I’m not sure which  and proceeds to abuse me and my lack of self respect. “Sit up properly and pull your trousers up for god sake, you look like Rab C Nesbitt. “She yelled!

Well you could have blown me down with a feather. Rab C Nessbitt I repeated to myself. ”  I look nothing like Rab C Nesbitte”  I shout to the wife. Alas, she had already lost interest in causually abusing me and was now watching the telly with an avid concentration. Wife’s can be so cruel sometime.

My equilibrium had been shattered and I make my way to the computer, just to remind myself what Rab C Nesbitt actually looks like. Well I can’t see the resemblance at all which means the wife needs new glasses or I need to take a long good look at myself.

Can you tell the difference between Rab C Nesbitt and my abused self? Answers on a post card please.