Finbar Saunders – where are you now? They say that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Which means that double entendres are at worst the second lowest form of wit.
When I got a completely innocent email from someone called David Large, which asked for some help, and offered chocolates as an incentive to help him, I was pissing my sides. “Mr. Large is offering chocolate incentives” was how I read it. It got worse. I was explaining to someone that my central heating had stopped working, and that I had diagnosed the problem whilst on the phone to my long-suffering father. “My old boiler needs a better pump,” was the result. It seems that the double entendre hemisphere of my brain has taken over. Perhaps it was seeing the Fast Show live on stage.