I was on the phone to our dear old Mum the other day and the conversation turned to my offspring.
I launched into my habitual moan about BBC's lifestyle, lying in bed 'till 11 or 12 o'clock, or even later, stumbling into the office mid afternoon, disappearing off to the pub at about 9pm and not coming home 'till 1 or 2 in the morning, just the usual teenage behaviour really, and my moaning about it is just the usual parent behaviour I guess, after all we used to stay out till the small hours, however we did get up to go to work, but there were plenty of proper jobs about in those days.
Anyway she listened to me banging on and then she came out with, "It's all your fault he's turned out the way he has, letting him wear odd socks when he was a toddler and talking to him as if he could understand!"
Stunned silence from me, yes I did talk to him as if he could understand, because he could, but let him wear odd socks? Never!
I reckon she's getting BBC confused with The Rolling Stoned reporter, after all Ian's a bit of a rebel when it comes to socks.