These embarrassing conversations usually feature my teenage son and me. This time it was a little dialogue with my husband.
I shall set the scene. Dougie is getting ready to go to work and I’m half asleep, listening to Radio 2 as I don’t have to get Rory up for school.
Husband: Who’s this DJ standing in for Chris Evans?
Me: Oh, you know, that chap with the same name as the other bloke.
Husband: What chap? What other bloke?
Me: He’s a DJ with the same name as the cockney bloke that used to be in ‘Eastenders’?
Husband: Which cockney bloke? They’re all cockney blokes.
Me: Used to do ‘Runaround’ on the telly when we were kids.
Husband: Mike Reid?
Me: Yeah, that’s him, but the DJ called Mike Read. Had big glasses when we were younger?
Husband: On Runaround?
Me: No, Mike Read the DJ. Used to do Saturday Superstore on the telly too.
Husband: Oh yeah, I remember.
……Continue listening to radio….
Me: Scrub that. He says his name is Richard Allinson.