1985/86 around Woodlands Court flat with friends. We were 20 ish. Ashley decides to randomly select a Mr Kipling from the Kettering phone directory and ring him up on the landline.
ASH: Hello? Is that Mr Kipling?
MR KIPLING: Yes.
ASH: I hear you make exceedingly good cakes.
Phone down, roars of laughter.
I still laugh about it to this day.
