Bad jokes, yes. Bad taste, hmm, not so much...

When my mum, then an English art student, was first taken to meet my grandmother, then her very Scottish and Kirk-going future mother-in-law, she presented her with a wood carving she'd done of John the Baptist. He was dressed in a goatskin, as Baptists tend to be.

The next time they visited, Granny had made him a wee kilt, "so he's decent."

I tell you this story to demonstrate that they'll take offence at some peculiar things up there in Scotland if you give them the chance to. And then I offer you this one from today's Daily Record, which might manage the unlikely feat of making you feel a bit sorry for Hardeep Singh Kohli.

"One angry mother said: 'This man's a disgrace... his mind operates like a sewer. The thought processes involved in coming up with 'Bagpussy' or 'Randy Pandy' are bad enough. To then publish it on a popular website beggars belief, given the pickle he's already made for himself."

Let's club together and get that angry mother some kind of award for protecting the public morals. Preferably one shaped like a big hairy cock.