Reminds me of my Daughter when she was about 8. My Sister called round to our house with John, her new Boyfriend. We all sat there fairly quiet - as you do when somebody visits you for the first time. My Daughter was 'itching' to ask John something I could tell and eventually she spat it out - "Are you John the Bastard" ?
When we'd all wiped up our spilt tea and biccies I asked my Daughter why she'd asked that particular question and she said that she had been learning about John the Bastard in Religious Education classes at her Catholic School.
Many years later she often worked with John in his Carpet Cleaning business, but whenever she said she'd be working over the weekend I always asked if she'd be working with 'John the Bastard'.
