I went to the local shops to get butter. As is the way with things I also bought two ice-creams and a bottle of Riccadona (for theWife). I mentioned BB was on to the 12 something clerk and then I went on a rant about what a twat Sandilands was.
At one point I suggested I'd be more likely to watch BB if John Howard was hosting. Then I started doing a Howard impression. 'Er ah um er now we'll cut to the house.'
Cough ... coughcough.
She laughed in that polite 'you're a dick' kind of way the kids do when an adult tries to crack a funny.
I guess it's true. When you become a dad your jokes become shithouse.