I grew up in a relatively large family, by English standards. My father was one of seven siblings, so when we got together, for birthdays, Christenings, or weddings, things tended to get raucous.

Amongst the merriment, there was much name-calling and mockery, as is common amongst the British with our sarcastic sense of humor. And one of the punchlines that I remember the most clearly was about my cousin, Joseph. Because despite being in his 30s–a grand old age to me, at the time–he still lived at home with my auntie and uncle.