The Things I Like About You

I like the way you criticise daytime television.
The way you say you'd rather leap off of beachy head
than spend the day watching it.
I admire the way you refuse to keep up with the latest technological advances.
"Just how did people cope before bloody mobile phones?"
I like the way you have taken up cycling to work because
A: "Bus fares are far too expensive", and
B: You're no longer subjected to the many,
"banal conversations, ring tones, walkmans and offensive smells that
blight this country's public transport system."
I laugh when you tell me that your wife Joanna would consider
sending your children to Guthlaxton College instead of Countesthorpe.
When your reply to this is
"Obviously this can only come from a woman who's never stepped foot
inside of that School!"
It amuses me when you say that you are waiting to be officially assimilated
into your new post at work,
but that you are not actually quite sure what the term means.
"It sounds as though I'm going to be hooked up to a large machine and
be turned into an androgynous administrative borg".
I envy the way you say you don't fear growing old.
I enjoy the way we are able to recollect the crazier things we did
when we were spotty sozzled teenagers.
Such as the time we decided to play football on ice,
outside Richards house, one new years eve
and we heard his elderly neighbour shout something like
"fucking grow up you stupid cunts!"
from inside his elderly person type bungalow.

I suppose what I really want to say is
I'm so pleased we've remained friends for the last 13 years.
I hope we'll still be able to have a good laugh and a pint together
for as many years to come.