Webster St Mansions is a bastion of Albion, which is to say the inhabitants are wholly English. To preserve their national identity, only the finest tea is consumed indoors, and a constant supply of cultural materials from the Homeland is maintained.
At my behest, Ben brought two DVDs of the Fast Show with him from home. To the uninitiated, the show is(was) composed of short skits from an array of characters who appear(ed) weekly, each of whom had a catchphrase. To supply such materials to two people who find amusement in prolonged repetition could be considered unwise. Especially when you have to share a car with them all day. (I feel sorry for Matt, who was blameless in every respect, and had to deal with the consequences nonetheless. All four of us - Ben, Matt, Hugo and I - were going wine tasting, you see.) Over breakfast, Hugo and I watched a couple of episodes for old times' sake, thus lighting the blue touchpaper.
On the way out of the house, Hugo accused me of going into catchphrase overload. Coming from him, this was a bit rich, but I was using approximately two in every sentence, to be fair.
Examples include:
"This is prepeursterous."
"Marvellous. Isn't it?"
"Good. You'll know your way around a coffee machine, then."
"My aunt lives in Scotland. She says it's quite nice." "Well, she's wrong."
"Isn't drinking brilliant?!"
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