Have you completely ignored my wide range of puns? And it was only a few days ago someone called me sarcastic....which is of course the highest form of wit. It’s best we overlook the fact the same person was also calling me smug, sanctimonious, and a prick, though.
I can do both roles.
At the very very best, banter is tiresome, tedious and unimaginative “humour”...like when footballers hilariously go on about a team mate’s hair cut or their “clobber” or the gobshite in the pub. This really is as good as it gets. At worst it’s thinly veiled bigotry. Neither strike me as...