Applicant for post as literary critic: Here are my credentials, Sir! —
Editor: Er - quite. But - er - biologically! Have you been fixed? —
arrangé - you understand what I mean?
Applicant: I’m afraid I don’t.
Editor: (sternly) Have you been made safe for the great British
Public? Has everything objectionable been removed from you?
Applicant: In what way, quite?
Editor: By surgical operation. Did your parents have you sterilised?
Applicant: I don’t think so, Sir. I’m afraid not.
Editor: Good morning! Don’t trouble to call again. We have the
welfare of the British Public at heart.