Wife to husband, who is guiltily closing the boot of his car: "Thabo, where do you think you are going?"
Thabo, putting up a brave face: "Having taken due consideration of all the circumstances, both foreseen and unforeseen, I, hereinafter referred to as the Flee-or shall be travelling to the grassy location along Nelson Mandela Drive, which location shall hereinafter be called The Course, frequented by friendly, less friendly and indifferent acquaintances of the Flee-or, where they may, or may not, already be ingesting liquids containing relatively small quantities of ethanol, before proceeding to The Cource facility intended for commencing the main activity conducted at The Course."
Wife: "O, so those are your golf clubs in the boot, then?"
