Discussion about a poorly constructed personalised numberplate.
Brief conversation with a checkout lady.
‘Did she just say she was Mr Kane's pregnant sister?’
In which I am outraged by a spurious apostrophe.
In which a fishmonger enquires about Easter.
Conversation at Jen's work.
When I was at Boots the Chemist this morning, I couldn't help noticing that the woman behind the counter was wearing a black T-shirt with the word UNCLE emblazoned across her chest.
In which I confuse a barmaid with a side-splittingly clever double-pun concerning venison burgers.
This is a game I usually play in Italian restaurants to check if the staff are authentic Italians.
Over breakfast this morning, Jen and I were discussing what we would nominate as mankind's greatest invention.