You may remember the first ‘conversation I wish I’d never started’ with my teenage son. The inability of my addled, middle-aged brain to connect with the sharp, intolerance of youth. Here’s another one from this morning at breakfast.
Me: I just heard a good song this morning from Radio One’s Big Weekend
Son: What was it?
Me: I can’t remember.
Son: Who was it by?
Me: The Foo Fighters.
Son: Was it Everlong?
Me: No idea.
Son: Well, how did the song go?
Me: I can’t remember now.
Son: What, nothing at all?
Me: No. Say a few more of theirs.
Son: Pretender? Best of You?
Me: Doesn’t ring a bell. Actually it might have been Chasing Status?
Son: Chase AND Status
Me: That’s what I said! What do they sing?
Son: Let You Go? Blind Faith?
Me: Oh I don’t know.
Son: Mum, you’re really annoying. Try and think.
Me: I’ve got it! It went “I’ve got a feeling…oooh….oooh…..that tonight’s gonna be a good night”
Son: That’s the Black Eyed Peas.