It is the thirteenth of February. I am purchasing a card in WH Smith. I take my purchase to the till. The till woman looks at me and says, in borderline incredulous tones, "You do know this is a Valentine's card you're buying, yeah?"
Pretty sure that never happens to Russell Brand.
It gets better still when/if you reach my advanced age. Then you can growl, on hearing the name of some objectionable blighter from years past, 'Who? Oh, him! Thought he was dead!'
ReplyDeleteA mention of the egregious Robert Fisk brought that out of me a few days ago.