Ah but... The last time I was called a misogynist was when my voice carried and my then secretary, used to hearing me being loud and Anglo Saxon, heard me go too far in her eyes so told me off.

I deserved it, but still think it was funny, especially as it was her boyfriend (who coincidentally was a member of the same rugby club) who I first heard say it. I used to let sarcasm, the most satisfying form of wit, go as far as saying "well slap my thighs!" and doing so. Her boyfriend taught me "Well smother me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians!"

Not advisable by the way as I was telling a sales rep he was one complaint away from a P45 at the time and we both burst out laughing, which kind of spoilt and nullified the disciplinary meeting we were having.

I think I know why Betty is so aggressive towards you now. I forgot to tell you that she prefers Wilton to Stilton.