Deep pan, crisp and even.” Many readers will recognise it as the punchline to one of the mercifully less excruciating Christmas gags that do the rounds each Advent (the question that presides it, of course, is, How does Good King Wenceslas like his pizza?).
Undeniably puerile, the joke nonetheless makes at least as much sense — to the mincepie-bloated casual listener, anyway — as the carol itself, which).