Sylvia Didcot was a world renowned archaeologist specializing in monolithic monuments. She also happened to be a certified kleptomaniac who had successfully concealed her pilfering compulsion throughout her illustrious and celebrated career. When Sylvia Didcot went to Stonehenge, however, she couldn't resist sneaking a giant prehistoric menhir into the boot of her Ford Capri and dragging it back home along the A303.
“What’s that?” said Brian, Sylvia’s husband.
“What does it look like?” said Sylvia.
“It looks like a giant prehistoric menhir protruding out the back of your Ford Capri,” said Brian.
“Then why did you ask?”
“Is there something you want to tell me?” said Brian.
“Yes,” said Sylvia.”My name’s not really Sylvia. It’s Margaret. I changed it when Margaret Thatcher became Prime Minister. I’m sorry.”
“But I love the name Margaret, “ said Brian. “And I love Margaret Thatcher. I’m secretly a raging Tory.”
“In that case,” said Sylvia. “I think we should get a divorce. You can have the kids, I'm taking the menhir.”
