It was obvious from the beginning that this book was going to be a laugh.
It was obvious from near the beginning that it was also going to be an assault course - could I jump over the hurdle of every chapter unscathed?
Gilbert O'Sullivan - no worries there
Elasticated waists - not my fault
Morris dancers - you jest
Austria - don't care if I don't go there again
And triumphantly on until 'TIM' - Tim? Yeah, Tim is one of the unhippest names in the universe according to Kate Rigby. I lost it at birth or soon after.
Now I am too ashamed to stand in a pub next to a Morris dancer. He is a better man than me.
Take the test; feel the humiliation.