Woman playfully tests new boyfriend by brutally criticising everything about him

A WOMAN is playfully seeing how her new boyfriend will react to a pitiless dissection of everything he is, enjoys, or hopes to be. 

Lauren Hewitt decided to have fun with new boyfriend Jack Browne by lightheartedly tearing down his appearance and all of his thoughts and actions with vicious intensity to see if he is worthy of being her long-term partner.

She said: “Pushing a man to the limits of human patience is the best part of the honeymoon period. Far better than all that exhausting shagging.

“I start small by mocking his taste in clothes, pop culture and friends. If he spinelessly agrees that he’s wrong for liking all those then I’m ready to move on and humorously disparage his career and lifelong interests.

“Timing’s important. If I wait until he’s drifting off to sleep before questioning why he walks the way he does or teasing him about his inverted nipples, then he’s vulnerable and those words really settle into his psyche.

“Relentlessly undermining him might sound mean, but it’s a great way to find out how he copes under pressure. He needs to fold. I don’t need anyone standing up to me. What kind of marriage would that be?”

Browne said: “I raised my eyebrows at Lauren’s choice of shoes once and spent the next six hours apologising.”

You know what, maybe I'll concentrate on representing the people of Clacton

By Nigel Farage, Reform UK leader and member for Clacton

AMERICA’S a bit of a no-go. Europe hates me. Best not mention Russia. It seems it is time to dedicate myself to the good people of Clacton. 

Yes, when your political career has, through no fault of your own, taken a few unexpected turns and all your positives become negatives, there’s always your constituency to fall back on. I feel like a Tory caught in a sex scandal! ‘My wife’s standing by me’!

First my long-expressed admiration for Putin rebounds on me, which is unfair. I just liked him in a manly, gay-persecuting, no-nonsense approach to political opposition kind of a way. I never liked Salisbury Nerve Agent Putin or Invasion Putin.

And then Trump – who I went to great efforts to associate myself with, often against his will – becomes a political liability. And because of Putin! What are the chances? And here’s me, stuck in the middle with the British people.

Even my photo opportunity with Musk didn’t work out. He was going to give me £100 million to win the next election, but unfortunately he’s been corrupted by far-right propaganda online. Such a shame when that happens.

So here I am with five MPs under a left-wing government, American an enemy, Brexit a dirty word, the whole country locked into economic and military co-operation with Europe for years to come. Almost as if everything I worked for has vanished.

But then I remembered. Clacton! They still believe in me there. They don’t pay attention to geopolitics. And technically, as their MP, I actually have a job to do!

So if my constituents need me I’ll be in the Moon and Starfish on the seafront, in the smoking area, with a pint. Clacton. So it’s come to this.