Me: No it's not.
Tony: Yeah it is! Matey off 'allo 'allo...with the glasses.
Me: That's LeClerc.
Tony: What's éclair then?
Me: It's a French pastry with cream and chocolate.
Tony: Oh yeah! Nice!
It's been said that my housemate could be a one man sit-com. I've forgotten hundreds of Tony moments so, mostly for my own record, I'm going to post them here, but they're good for sharing. It might seem a bit unfair, and maybe it is, but I want it to be known: I like the guy, he's welcome and comfortable in my house; but he's so odd, with an enchanting and aggravatingly childlike naivety. He's like my teenage son. My teenage, 10 years my senior, son.