One final note:

Last night, when I was dropping my jacket in the Cloakroom at Slimes, a bloke came in beside me (flanked by his girlfriend) and told the cashier that he needed to get something out of the pocket of his jacket.

"I've lost the ticket... but my coat has a Make Poverty History badge on the Collar. No! Wait! It's not on the Collar, it's on the Cuff!"

I turned to the guy and deadpanned:

"So you're saying the Cuffs don't match the Collar?"

He gave me a blank look.

But his girlfriend cracked up laughing. She was still laughing as I left.

Maybe I can communicate on a female wavelength afterall.

(read the post below this. It'll make sense then.)