Medb Ruane: So, is 'the thinking man's crumpet' right to laud the censorious Mrs Whitehouse?
A man I know casually shared a cab through Dublin with us a few weeks ago. Yeah, he was fun! Jokes came so fast the Nigerian taxi driver wanted him to repeat the punch lines. Vroom, vroom through the early morning city, a laugh a minute thanks to our new friend.
"Where's the place you keep your beautiful women?" the trickster asked the taxi man. We waited for the gag. But there was none. He wanted to find an ethnic escort parlour where he could rent an African girl.
His ease threw us. The driver was embarrassed, especially with me in the car. I noticed rosary beads swinging from the dashboard. No answer came from him, no address, despite the trickster's badgering. We dropped himself off near Camden Street and wondered all the way back to suburbia. Never knew what he did next.