There is a simple solution to this. Put your foot down. Firmly. Tell her this.
"Listen here love, I'm the gaffer in this marriage, as you are no doubt well aware. After all, my little rosebud, t'was you who changed your name to mine, indicating subservience. Anyhow, I am going to sally forth in search of a public house in the immediate vicinity that will be showing The Mighty Blades on their television, and I will be engaging in the comsumption of beer at competetive prices, rather than the expensive fizzy piss they have masquerading as drink in this poncy joint.
You are free to accompany me, likewise you are free to remain here in the prescence of your friends, who to me are mere acquaintances, and either way I will not mind.
But, woman, make no attempt to sway me from my purpose, because although I abhor domestic violence in all it's forms I am not above staying in the boozer all night should you get a major strop on. Choose as you like, but I am off to watch the Blades, darling, and there's nowt you can do about it. In the long run, what does it matter if I am absent for a few hours? Fuck all, love, that's what.
Put that knife down love. Please...."
Sorted. Are you a man, or are you a big girl's blouse? Get her told.
Good luck.
