Yesterday, on the way to my Latitude Festival billet, I passed several signs for Wymondham which made today's sound nubbule a shoe-in.
The tones of both Joe's and Adam's voices tell so much more than the words. Adam manages to pull off an exquisite mixture of gently restrained, elder-brotherly smugness with an etherial whiff of patronising force while Joe suppresses a younger-sisterly squeal of self-righteousness.
Before anyone leaps in there with a rebuttal, I do realise that Joe is a tiny bit older than Adam. It just doesn't always seem so apparent now, does it?
.....I also realise Joe is anything but a girl.