It's like that European fairy tale where the Prince can only visit the Princess after dark or he'll become the Witch's slave. Except that the prince is replaced by a hick, the princess is on codeine pills and has a swollen jaw, and the penalty for daytime contact is a missed opportunity to kill something cute and furry.
So it's actually not like a fairy tale at all.
On a slightly related note, here's a picture of the T-shirt Andrew's grandparents gave him when we first bought our house. It's obviously Andrew's favourite shirt.
|Yes, Andrew's legs are that white.|
There's only like a 3% chance that his Nanny and Grampy knew that the T-shirt was actually referring to this.
|Ahhhh, the 90's.|
Raise your hand if you can still remember all of the lyrics to the song.
Or better yet,
turn around, stick it out. Even White Boys got to shout.