Whilst sat having lunch with my wife, we were overpowered by the loud plum voiced conversation being had at the next table.
It quickly became clear this ‘man’ (I use that term loosely) and woman worked in the film industry due to the number of names being dropped per second.
Seriously, there were more drops than a Dubstep album. They were almost trying to outdo each other over who has sucked more celebrity cock.
Then, during the mindless drivel and overenthusiastic nodding, the ‘man’ said something about his child.
I’m sorry, his what?
How did that happen?
Anyway, this prompted my favourite part of the conversation and the reason for today’s post.
“I’ve got a photo of him here”, he said pulling out a pink sequined purse* and producing a crumpled up photograph, “He’s 17 months, but he looks 22”
*not strictly true. It was lilac**
**also not true