Years ago, when people didn't take themselves as seriously as we do now, Dave would go to the pub with his friends on a Friday night. As the evening wore on and various pints were duly quaffed, Dave would say something risibly absurd. 'The fence ... at the end of my garden was originally painted a light shade of fuchsia by Richard The Lionheart's window cleaner because he needed a few bob extra to kick start his mate's ice cream business.' Dave's friends would then fall to the floor, laughing ... heartily, kicking their legs in the air and wiping tears of mirth from their eyes all the time pointing at him and mocking his very existence. Then they'd buy him a pint and they'd all go home, with Dave vowing never to open his daft mouth ever again.