Pssscht!

One of those observational strips, based on the real Cholmondeley who would always run out of the room whenever a carbonated drink was opened too near him. It took us a while to realise that what he was frightened of was the noise, which sounds like a hostile cat spitting.

I note I've used the word 'soda' here. This is what happens when you live with an American for too long, you start adopting their vocabulary. There's no such thing as a 'soda' here - it's a soft drink or a fizzy drink. Soda is what you bake with.