I think it’s an age thing, the inablity to finish sentences or remember names or even simple words. My son despairs of me and we have these ridiculous conversations where he tries to work out what I’m saying and fills in the blanks. It’s like listening to the characters Harry and Bert in The Two Ronnies’ sketch in the pub.
Last night we were watching Wonders of the Universe. I say ‘watching’ but in reality Rory was watching it and I was letting the dialogue drift over me whilst I drooled over Professor Cox.
This was our conversation:
Me: I see there’s that famous bloke coming to town to talk to the Science Society at your school.
Rory: What famous bloke?
Me: The one who used to do funny science things
Me: He’s the father of erm, that woman
Rory: What woman?
Me: The one who’s on the radio
Me: She’s married to a DJ
Rory: Vernon Kay?
Me: No, no, a proper DJ, does the spinning things with records
Rory: Calvin Harris?
Me: No, an older one
Rory: Fat Boy Slim?
Me: YES, that’s the one!
Rory: What’s her name then?
Rory: Zoe who?
Me: Ball! Zoe Ball.
Rory: So it’s her father who’s coming to Spalding
Me: Yes, his name’s something Ball.
Me: No, he’s the singer
Rory: Okay, Mr Ball, let’s just call him John.
Me: That’s it! Johnny Ball! He’s coming. Do you want to go and see him?