Picture the scene if you will.

It had been a grumpy morning in the office. There was very stinky dead mouse smell in one of the offices, computers had crashed, I had been locked out of my computer and there weren't enough seats for the people who had been displaced my the smell.

Someone looks out the window and spots a girl, about 20, very thin, a bit skanky but with pert bossoms wearing a bright yellow lycra bikini with red leg warmers and using a skipping rope-badly- on the corner of Brewer St and Wardour St.

Everyone crowds around and laughs at her. What is she doing? It was about 10c out there. Then Jonathan Ross, of television fame, walks up with his hair flowing, wearing a suit and chatting into his hands-free set, spots the girl and grimaces as if someone's done a rather stinky fart. He looked utterly perplexed (but didn't miss a beat!)

We all burst out laughing and everyone felt much better for it.

Er, well, it was funny at the time
(Note to self, learn to tell a story)