There's been a furore in these parts after an elderly ex-footballer made a quip which went: "David Beckham won't be joining Newcastle United, because of all the devastion caused by the Toon Army in Asia". (The Toon Army is apparently what the Newcastle fans are called). Well, the gaffer laughed so much in the pub when he heard it, he ended up with a peanut stuck up his nostril, but I remained calm and pointed out that the horrible goings on were no cause for comedy.
Well, I got a clip around the ear for that one, and quickly made my way home.
Soon after, the gaffer came back armed with a few other cracks that had me squirming, like "What's black and white and starving? Jill Dando's cat." (Hardly topical, I thought), "What do you call four dogs and a blackbird? The Spice Girls." (I managed to stifle a chuckle over that one).
He likes seeing me uncomfortable does the gaffer, especially where folk's feelings are concerned.
"The trouble with you Rabon is you're too soft" he says "and if you don't belt up, I'll do it for you."
I try and steer clear when he's had a few, which is most days. But am I right? Can a joke go too far? Or am I "uptighter than Simon Cowell's trousers" like the gaffer says?
I don't mean no harm!