I am a big fan of smelly cheeses but the rest of the family don’t seem to be particularly keen on them.

The line plays on a familiar domestic mismatch: one person’s enthusiasm for a pungent delicacy becomes everyone else’s sensory burden. Framed in plain, conversational language, it reads as self-deprecating comedy—Johnny Vegas positioning himself as the odd one out whose tastes are excessive or inconvenient. Beyond the food detail, the humor comes from the understated disappointment (“don’t seem to be particularly keen”) and the implied negotiations of family life, where individual pleasures are moderated by shared space and shared noses. It’s a small, everyday observation that turns difference in preference into a gentle, relatable joke about belonging and compromise.