Six charming qualities of your knobhead mate, by his deluded girlfriend

SURE, he may not be funny, employed or pleasant to me, but Stephen is such a wonderful guy. Here are just some of the reasons why I love him so much, by Lucy Parry: 

Emotionally open

So many of my friends complain that their partners repress their feelings but I never need to ask Stephen what’s wrong. Like last night when he expressed his frustration that I made a meal with vegetables in even though his mum never made him eat them. And we worked to find a solution together, which was that I had to go to the chippy.

Knows what he wants

He really knows how to prioritise his needs. Some might say that he’s a selfish lover but to me, he’s a go-getter. He doesn’t let my petty wants get in the way of his own pleasure. Some of us could really learn some lessons in self-care from him.

Unflinchingly loyal

My boyfriend has always been absolutely faithful to me, and this has nothing to do with the fact that the women he fancies are actresses, models and pornstars – mainly pornstars – who aren’t interested. He likes to talk about how much he fancies them, which makes me feel secure because we don’t have secrets.

Always has time for me

Because Stephen is between jobs at the moment, he’s always making time for me. It’s great for our relationship that he’s round mine so often, helping himself to whatever is in the fridge and using the wifi. I wish we had more time for chatting and cuddling, but you know what he’s like with his Xbox.

Dedicated to his passions

I’m so proud of his KD ratio on Call of Duty, which he’s been working on tirelessly. He’s also putting the hours in to learning about craft beer which he does by staying out until 3am at our local microbrewery, so focused that he forgets he’s keeping me up worrying the night before my early spin class.

Confident in his opinions

Like all women, I love a confident man. When we’re driving somewhere, like to see my parents, and the sat nav tells him to go right and the road signs do and I do, he’s not afraid to explore the possibilities of going left. We missed dinner and had to call the AA, but it’s so attractive on those rare occasions when his intuitive leaps work out.

Lord of the Flies, with special bitter guest star Phillip Schofield

EVER wondered how English Lit GCSE text Lord of the Flies would go with an grudge-bearing former light entertainment star on the island? Like this: 

Day one

Shipwrecked on remote island with half the intake of a minor public school. Explain they’re perfectly safe as that was my brother, my relationship was legal and no I will not be building a broom cupboard or getting Gordon the f**king Gopher out. They affect not to know what I’m talking about. Typical.

Day three

We’ve established a system where only the person who has the conch shell is allowed to talk. I have the conch. Constructing a sofa out of driftwood, I invite the boys to present segments on cookery, fashion, survival and the existence of ‘the Beast’ which I presume to be bloody Willoughby. Advise them they’re dead right to be scared of it.

Day six

Filming has broken down, just because ‘a crab is not a camera’. I ask who’s had a 40-year career in TV here, and who’s a f**king runner? A faction of the boys has split off to hunt wild pigs. I presume they’re planning something along the lines of Saturday Kitchen. 

Day eight

I have lost the conch, which is just like my This Morning defenestration all over again. Silenced, forbidden to speak, muted and abandoned by those I thought were friends. Ralph points out I’m talking now. I explain this island has BARB ratings so low as to be non-existent, so is essentially Channel 5.

Day nine

Roam the woods, long-bearded and rambling, giving the children dark prophecies about what the newspapers will do to them if they stray from the path of righteousness. They seem more preoccupied with obtaining clean water and food which seems to me selfish when we’ve a mid-morning magazine show to produce. Predict doom.

Day ten

My head is on a stick. I blame Holly.