I've no idea what you were thinking, either. It's like that period you went through in your OWL year, loads of Sisters of Sorcery albums and dark pronouncements.

It was boring then, Reg, and it's boring now. I forbid you to read another poem.

You were coming round for tea tomorrow, weren't you? Why not come tonight instead? I can easily provide you with a rather cheeky bordeaux and an even more ribald volume of Tristram Bundy.