Imagine you’re sat at a bar chatting amongst the locals attempting to give somebody a compliment and halfway through they cut you off to move the conversation off in a less relevant direction. You attempt to bring the conversation back explaining ‘before you went off a tangent I was trying to pass you a compliment’. You try to continue, only to be interrupted by somebody else ‘Who went off on a tandem?’ followed, ironically, by a tirade of conversation about tandem bicycles and people who used to ride them. The organic, meandering nature of bar conversations never ceases to amuse me.
You didn’t really think this was going to be about bicycles did you?