I knew a woman called Swampy but it wasn't because she was called Marsh. It was because she resembled a swamp monster. That might seem harsh but she was once talking to me and she explained she wasn't my friend, she was only talking to me because I was seeing her friend. Oh, okay. Say what you think.
I quite like it when that happens. It's the best opportunity you're ever going to get to describe in exquisite detail your favourite ever Barnsley match, your in-depth analysis of certain Magic the Gathering tactics or that one time you attempted a speed run of Sonic 2 on the mega drive and just missed out on your personal record because you got a jump slightly wrong in Mystic Cave Zone. The gloves are off, you've got nothing to prove and you've been given free reign to be as spectacularly boring as you like. Just as an example, obviously.