Stories about a relative's friend whom we have never met and are never likely to meet. This friend's teen son is going through that phase of dressing like their heroes except relative couldn't remember the name of the heroes in question so went on and on about the clothes the teen is wearing and how his hair is styled all the while asking us "do you know who it is yet?" Finally they got out their phone and showed us a photo of a bog standard skinny, surly teenager wearing jeans and a tshirt then got grumpy when we still couldn't help them remember who the kid's hero is. DH got a text from this relative several hours after they left saying simply: "Kanye West".
Relative's new printer. How fast it prints, how clear the printing is, how many pages they get to the cartridge, how silent it is while printing. DH whispered a crude joke about the printer when we passed on the stairs having both made excuses for a break from the room and then I couldn't listen to anymore printer talk without avoiding his eye to stop me from laughing.
"Do you remember Fred So-and-so?"
"No, who's that?"
"Used to live in Placeyou'veneverheardof, went out with Edna So-and-so You'vealsoneverheardof?"
"Erm, no?"
"I think you went to school with his daughter, Lucy So-and-so? She used to have a part-time job at Randomshop I think?"
"No, it really doesn't ring a bell. Anyway how come?"
"Well.... he died."
Is that you, mum?
I had a very similar conversation yesterday ending like this:
Mum: "You do know Susan and Jim! We originally met them on that week away to Barcelona!"
Me: "I've never been to Barcelona."
Mum: "You have! We went for that week after your wedding."
Me: "That week when I was 6000 miles away in an entirely different country and on my honeymoon? That week?"
Mum: "Oh. I could have sworn you were there. Well anyway, you know Susan? She's married to Jim?"
Me: "That couple you met in Barcelona?"
Mum: "Yes! See? You do know them..."