There are few things more nauseating than chat show hosts interviewing each other.
Jeremy: "I knew you'd ask me that, Jonathan. After all, you're a brilliant interviewer."
Jonathan: "No, Jeremy, it's YOU who's the brilliant one."
Jeremy: "Nonsense, Jonathan; what about that time you destroyed Donald Trump?"
Jonathan: "Never mind that, Jeremy; remember the night YOU left Boris Johnson speechless..." (mutual obsequiousness continues ad infinitum).
It's a similar scenario when professional footballers 'interview' each other; questions starting with "how happy/proud/disappointed were you...?" and invariably ending with both parties falling around laughing at something only they found hilarious.
These cringeworthy encounters remind us there's a reason why footballers play football and journalists ask questions.
And that brings us neatly on to Chris Sutton's latest 'interview' with good pal and former Celtic team-mate Neil Lennon.
It was, in the main, what you'd expect from this type of thing; gently tossed buns from Sutton included "Is it fair to say you've mellowed as a manager?"
But 'Sutty' did test Lenny's legendary temper by suggesting that the Lurgan man must feel "under-appreciated" at not being linked to big jobs in England - while rookie Rangers counterpart Steven Gerrard is mentioned in dispatches all the time.
"That's a loaded question," barked the Celtic manager, adding: "I'm not here to put myself out there to attract other clubs."
Whether or not the former Northern Ireland midfielder wants to be linked to a move south of Hadrian's Wall is immaterial, but there's an obvious reason why it isn't happening.
Remarkably, however, in an interview that took up nearly 2,000 words in the Daily Mail, the 'B' word wasn't uttered once.
Lenny's torrid 17-month stint at Bolton Wanderers remains the one significant blot in an otherwise impressive copybook for a man who turns 49 later this week.
It includes three titles and two Scottish Cups in his first spell at Parkhead and - courtesy of Brendan Rodgers' unexpected departure and Covid-19's unexpected arrival - the remarkable haul of two further Championships, Scottish Cup and League Cup within 14 months of rejoining the club.
But he left Bolton 'by mutual consent' in March 2016, with the Lancashire club penniless, rooted to the bottom of the Championship, 11 points adrift from safety and doomed to the third tier of English football for the first time in a quarter of a century.
Lenny could be forgiven, however, for parroting Kevin Keegan's wry remark when recalling his second stint at Newcastle: "It wasn't like they said in the brochure."
The glossy publication that sold Bolton to the ambitious Lenny - who'd left Celtic in 2014 to prove himself elsewhere - included the promise of huge summer investment for a promotion push should the new manager keep them in the Championship.
Lenny delivered on his part of the deal. People forget what a promising start he made at what was then known as the Reebok Stadium; by Christmas, The Trotters were even being spoken of as play-off contenders, and two valiant FA Cup performances against Liverpool, then managed by Northern Ireland compatriot Rodgers, further enhanced his growing reputation.
He was even linked with a managerial return to former club Leicester City; in the end they opted for Claudio Ranieri and the rest... well, you know the rest.
Although he didn't realise it at the time, that epic Fourth Round battle with Liverpool was as good as it got for Lenny in England.
The largesse of the late Eddie Davies, Bolton's owner and benefactor, expired with the tycoon helping write off some of the club's gargantuan £173m debt.
And, instead of being handed a 'war chest', the manager was ordered to axe 20 players and slash the wage bill by £10m a year.
At one stage, this once-mighty, now basket-case club was so hard up that Lenny had to organise whip-rounds to help stadium staff pay for child care.
The Trotters won just four Championship games under him that second season; he left a mere five days after Davies offloaded the club to a business consortium.
So there's mitigation for his perceived failure, but Lenny isn't entirely blameless.
A volatile individual who's no stranger to public spats, his bust-ups with, among others, striker Gary Madine (who, judging by his acidic comments at the time, seemed to think Lenny was Scottish) and popular midfielder Josh Vela, did little for morale as the spectre of relegation loomed.
Of his blizzard of on-loan recruits, only one or two found favour with fans who nevertheless kept faith with the manager, believing he'd been promised a crock of gold but ended up with a crock of something entirely different.
That sympathy, however, evaporated after lurid headlines about Lenny's private life peppered the Sunday tabloids towards the tail end of 2015.
After that, it was more 'when' than 'if' regarding the manager's departure, which came less than three months later.
Lenny's not the only boss to have a bump in the road - think Ole Gunnar Solskjaer at Cardiff City, for example - and, a year short of the big five-o, he's young enough to have another shot at proving he can do the business with clubs other than Celtic and Hibs.
It's likely, however, that his inexperienced, trophyless neighbour will get there before him.
Gerrard's stock would be a lot higher if he made Rangers top dogs in Scotland. Ironically, it's Neil Lennon who's standing in his way.