I had one of those "awkward" moments last night. I was telling that old joke about "what do you do if you find an epileptic in the bath?" the answer to which is, of course, "thrown in your dirty washing and some soap suds." Well, a bloke standing behind me in the pub tapped me on the shoulder and said,
"Oi, mind what you say, mate! My best friend died whilst having an epileptic fit in the bath."
Naturally, I felt very ashamed at telling such a callous joke within earshot of this gentleman, and I really wasn't sure what to say. For want of anything better, I asked, "How did he die? Did he drown?"
"No," said the bloke, "he choked on a sock."