My mate has worked hard to be comfortable in life, never was tight when he was single but his wife turned him into, let's say very careful with money.
I'd say "your turn at the bar mate".
"I'm going after this pint, told the missus I'll be back later".
Now his missus has tits like fried eggs but her bra's seem to get bigger each year, the tight arsed money laundering woman.
I nicknamed my mate ' yercantekitwiya. Japanese for tight ****.
I have a cousin who is the very definition of a tight arsed ****. He's a few years older than me and got me my first job as an apprentice upholsterer when I was 16. He was taking home over £300 a week in 1982 and when we went to the caf every morning for a full english he didn't have enough pocket money from his wife to come with us. He used to stay in eating his butties on Friday lunch when we all went out for a pint too.
In 2011 I had a £20 bet with him that City would finish above the rags that season. We all know what happened after that, but it was a couple of years before I finally caught up with him. It was at his mums 80th birthday, my aunty Nellie, a fantastic lady who I visited more regularly than he did, despite living 60 miles away to his 2.
I mentioned the £20 he owed me and he called me a bitter blue and stormed off.
Truth be told, I'm glad he didn't cough up. It's £20 ffs, it's neither here nor there. But it is a lifetime of giving him shit at every wedding and funeral until one of us dies.