'Hey, you guys. Let's give this bolshie Brit a piece of Sarah and Donald. That should make sure he gets no sleep tonight.'
Nevertheless, it does place me in a bit of a quandary. On the one hand, the likes of Silly Sarah and Dunderhead Donald drive me into a rage. On the other hand, they’re both so transparently cuckoo that they can actually be quite amusing. So what do I do?
I thought about it. As I do. I decided that being driven into a rage depresses my spirits rather more than being mildly amused lifts them, so the obvious option was to give it a miss. Not very adventurous of me, I know, but even rollercoaster riders have their limits.