To avoid being knuckledusted by those with the name Hilda. Something about me naturally incenses Hildies. With a little scientific help i've uncovered the gene that produces a foul, Hilda-malevolising scent, bringing images to the forefront of their thinking with me either barging into their home like a big hairy featherless cuckoo and bathing with their hubbies or sharing a love-filled battenburg with their children as we cackle in the nearbyness of a stuffed Hilda. For this month alone, the aggravating gene will be quelled from its anti-hilda stink production and my face shall be mostly unbashed.