My girlfriend says I am an animal.
I try my best ever since I heard her speak at a feminist gathering. She said what a woman wants is a mink in the wardrobe, a tiger in the bed and a donkey to pay for it all.
I don't fancey being a mink or a donkey so I have gone for the tiger. But afterwards she looks at me, and half with disgust and half with admiration, she says, what an animal you are - with a sparkle in her eye and a curl of her lip.