Oh well done Mike Fisher. No, really, on behalf of all men, thanks. You’ve just ruined Christmas for us all.
You’ve got engaged to Carrie Underwood. Right before Christmas. You know what that means? It doesn’t matter what gifts we buy our girlfriends this year – oven cleaner, hoovers, ironing boards – it’s not going to go down as well as a marriage proposal. Sure, you might have made Carrie Underwood very happy, Mike Fisher – but by highlighting our lacklustre gift-giving skills, you’ve buggered Christmas up for all men.
Wore still, we don’t even really know who you or Carrie Underwood are. You’re mean, Mike Fisher, you arsehole.
