So, you're a horror man. Romance does not interest you?
It used to, but marriage is great for knocking that nonsense out of you.
Listen, if you think that Titanic is a romantic film then you're one porthole short of a poop deck. It is shameless product placement by the Harland and Wolff company. If memory serves me right, every time you looked away and then back to the film, there was a bloody big ship with the word "Titanic" emblazoned across it. That's not even approaching subtle. I refuse to go watch it with Mrs Buttcheeks, because all I would get is "Well if you really loved me, you would buy me a Titanic". I'm not a miserable man, it's not the cost, but her ornament cabinet is full and I can't think of anywhere else she could put one.
At least horrors are honest, factual and dare I say, real. We've all worried about where to find a decent virgin to sacrifice, we've all had to run away from hairy werewolves after leaving the local pub and who hasn't had to shoo away a vampire from the window...worse than bloody moths they are.
Nah, you can keep your supposed chick-flicks, Mince me old mucker, real men do horrors (at least once or twice in their lives anyway)
