We went to visit Jill Y’s grandfather. The visit didn’t last too long and I’m told it was all my fault. A mocker like me, tends to say things to people off the cuff. If you haven’t an open minded sense of humour with a deep rooted hatred of Bon Jovi and a fear of nuns, well then you’re not me. Like your first ever pint of Guinness, I can be a bit of an acquired taste. So there we were on our way to visit Jill Y’s grandfather and I was under strict orders to talk about anything except the MTV Video Music Awards as the mere mention of them, send him into a rage. We got out of the car and he was waiting to greet us. I immediately asked him if had seen the MTV Video Music Awards and we had to get straight back in the car and drive home: