Thanks, Neil. Don't know what I was doing wrong.
Then there's the Knights Who Say 'Ni'!
A very long time ago, when the Cousteau crews were doing the Rediscovery of the World stuff, three of us rocked up at Bicheno to do a kelp forest dive, to find we were being joined by two of his boys - Chuck (photographer) and Mr Tall-dark-and-arrogant (model/assistant). Just the five of us in the boat (six including the driver). Chuck was great (apparently they're heavily into pirate stuff in those crews), very friendly chap, very chatty.
Anyway, we got out to the kelp but it turned out it was a bad season - warm winter meant the water wasn't cold enough for the stuff to be really impressive - and, looking down at the rather sparse growth while picking out our entry spot, I muttered (quite innocently) "It's not so much a forest as a shrubbery". Caught each others' eyes and . . . well, you can guess where that went. Thus was born the very private club known as The Divers Who Say "Ni!"
While the boat driver loved it, the other two had no idea what we were carrying on about. The looks we got . . .
Sorry. Nostalgia overdose. Maybe you had to be there.
Then there's the reaction I always have when someone introduces themselves as 'Tim'. Rabbits. The Castle Aaaaarrrgggghhhhhhhh. "I shall taunt you a second time." "Bring out your dead".
Love Life of Brian and most of their work but, for me, Holy Grail was the best.