Planet Mad

A few nights ago I drank rather a lot, became a tad emotional as the evening drew on and ended up whittering at a colleague for some time. On seeing him today, I felt it only right and proper that I should grovel profusely:

Me: Eurm, about the other night, sorry... I obviously become maudlin when drinking port.
Him: Well, at least you don't become Christ Church.

Ba-doom tiiish!!