You know those moments when your mouth spits something out that is so funny at the time you nearly split your side? Yesterday, Andrew and I were making a spaghetti bolognese (“spag-bol” pro: spag-bowl ) and when emptying the boiling water from the pasta it was really foamy in the sink and I said, “Well, that’s a spoamy fag-bol”

Yes, I know — it doesn’t sound like anything now, but at the time I nearly shot milk out of nose.

Shut up. You just had to be there.