Photograph ...

Wee fat sneering shite in a shell suit with a moustache, takes a big swig out of a bottle of buckie. Behind him his wife, her right eye blackened, sits weeping at the kitchen table. The kitchen wall still bears the stain where he bucked a mug of tay across the room.

The legend reads:

"Buckfast! For those days when you wish you'd never got married!"