It Always Pays To Be A Little Foreign

The fresh-faced and chirpy breakfast television presenter rose from her seat and picked up a book from the coffee table in front of her.

"Now, also this morning we're going to talking to someone who has put together a plan to make yoga accessible for both parents and children."

She walks off to the right of the coffee table setup in the studio into an area where the floor is covered with light blue mats. Waiting for her are a thin, grinning man and a small boy looking around him bemusedly, two fingers in his mouth. Both of them are clad in lycra. The presenter takes up station next to the man and assumes a similar easy grin.

"So, Jim," she says, "tell us what is so different about your approach."

"Well Katie," he replies, unsuccessfully attempting to talk and grin manically at the same time, "I've taken the elements of yoga and changed them subtly so that children and parents can do the exercises together. As you know, yoga helps to limber the muscles, increase flexibility and reduce stress, and these are things that children can really benefit from."

At this point my mouth drops open and I have to put my coffee down. Children? Stressed? I frown, chewing.

"So," says Katie, holding it up to the camera and smiling brightly, "tell us the name of your book."

"The book is called 'My Daddy Is A Pretzel'."

I choke on my muffin.