The Angel With Broken Wings is a regular fixture in the studio these days, exuberant in his exhortations and equally entertaining in his on-going commentary on life; a person who knows how to laugh as well as he knows how to cry, and he ain't scrimping on either.
Today he told me that if I was going to land myself a man I oughta dumb things down a bit. And guess what: I was outraged, albeit in a warm manner, and told him very kindly: NO. Not no-where, not no-how.
(Notice that "nowhere" can be read as either "no where" or "now here". Very curious, doncha think?
In that they have opposite meanings? I think it was stuff like this he was referring to when he suggested the dumbing-down.)
Bottom line: if a man isn't able to engage in a little pun-spiked sparring on a regular basis, he's not worth my time.