Local radio
I posted this years ago, but what the hell. Have it again. It concerns my mother, whom (given that she’s known me for 35 over years – and been at least partially responsible for my having turned out the way I have) you might expect to have got wise by now to the fact that I spend quite a lot of time winding her up. But: no. She falls for it every time.

A few years ago, my parents came up to Manchester to visit. The conversation wandered, and we ended up talking about something that I’d heard on the radio recently. “Oh,” said Mum, “I think I heard that. Couple of weeks ago, wasn’t it?”
I nodded.
“I can’t remember what programme it was on,” she mused, “but I do remember hearing it. I think I was in the kitchen at the time.”
“Hmm,” I said. “I don’t think we can be talking about the same thing then. When I heard it, I was in the car.”
I caught Dad’s eye and gave him the “say nothing” look. Mum was staring into the middle distance.
“No. I suppose it must have been something different after all…”

Amazingly, Dad and I managed to keep straight faces. Well: for about three seconds.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 17 Jan 2012, 20:09, Reply)