What do you mean, doing this stuff later?
I'm already a repository of bollocksy, repetitive-catchphrase Dad style jokes - and I was long before parent/step-parenthood. It's as shite as my photoshopping. Believe it.

When anyone in my family (workplace or vicinity) expresses a dislike for a famous person they've never met, I usually reply with a slightly disappointed and reproving tone "Oh, he speaks well of you", regardless of how famous said person is and what the improbability is that I'd move in their circles. In fact, the more improbable the better the effect. Well, that's the theory, anyway. There's a serious point about the nature of celebrity in there somewhere, but it got lost in the mists of time at some point in the late 20th century.

At work, one particularly sharp colleague has got to the point where she either avoids expressing a dislike in my presence, or follows it up with a tired-sounding "Yes, I'm sure Meg White speaks well of me" before I can blurt out my stock reply. Bless.

Changing conversational culture one crap joke at a time. That's me.
( sp3ccylad carries on breathing all the way up to, say, Wed 10 Dec 2003, 7:53, Reply)