Poo

It's one of those things that boys find ridiculously funny. Me, not so much. But yesterday I was in the inescapable presence of The Men, and the conversation was focused firmly on poo.

We'd been travelling to Manchester for an awards do - no silly stories I'm afraid - I don't remember any details. Travel time was about 4 hours all in, and Big Boss was in need of the loo (that's all he really needed to say). But no. The conversation (or school boy slang) went something like this.

Big Boss:     I'm going to need to drop off the kids... bit of a turtlehead.

And so he went to the toilet. Uncle Bum also went to the toilet, thank goodness or we'd have missed out on this detail. 

Brainy:          Is he still in there?

Uncle Bum:   Sounds like he's got a battle on his hands. He's showing it what for.

Nice. These people are my superiors. Am I supposed to match their conversation?