Sour Kraut.

Guess who's coming to dinner - yes Frau Kris and her poor beleaguered much better half Kurt. We heard her moaning before we even clapped eyes on her, something about the biltong being too tough and the egg yolks not yellow enough. We were nearly finishing dinner - praise be, but we still got roped in for a chat. I drew the short straw and got nobbled by Kris whereas Nigel was quite happy to chat to Kurt, closing his eyes now and again imagining he was conversing with one half of Daft Punk. Anyway on the other side of the table, Kris was regaling me with a whole litany of woes and history. The best of which was that when her husband was younger, funnily enough he was really into music and was in a band. After the birth of their son - Kris put it to Kurt, that it was either her and their male offspring OR the band ie NOT both. Assuming rightly that he'd chosen her - I said "Well wasn't he a good boy to make that decision". Ach nein, she said looking at me like I was effing krazzzzzy- "I was a good girl for getting him to qvit". Just think if he hadn't - it could have been Daft Punks.