a snippet...

I shall set the scene. I am playing on the computer while Mrs McMuffin sits next to me leafing through the latest edition of the BBC Good Food magazine. Slink is yowling in the background. He has had his dinner and has retired to the hallway where he makes the most ungodly racket in a bid to persuade us to go to bed so that he can have a little after dinner nap.

Mrs McM: why doesn't Oz Clarke just come out and say that he's gay? [reading an article in Good Food]
Mr McM: I didn't know he was gay...what makes you think that?
Mrs McM: oh, it's all those coy references to 'we'.
Mr McM: let me have a look at his kitchen then...[looks at pictures of kitchen]...oh, he is gay...
Mrs McM: why'd you say that?
Mr McM: look at all that chrome
Mrs McM: oh, yes...

Our next conversation solved the problems in the middle east, but I was only half listening so I can't really remember how we did it.