I find this intensely frustrating. Perhaps it is one of the fundamental differences between men and women but why do men have so little interest in detail? Here is a great example:-
The Shah likes to play football with a bunch of mates on a Monday night. After the game, they repair to a local pub for a quick pint. A couple of weeks ago he came home with this story...
Shah: You remember Richard?
Me: er, no
Shah (unabashed): Well he told us this great story about his daughter. She's a Nanny and she went for an interview for a job with this family who live in some mega- mansion in Kensington...
Me (not quite sure where this is going): Oh yeah?
Shah (excited): And guess - go on, just GUESS one of the questions she was asked....
Me (puzzled): no idea...
Shah (triumphant): They asked her "what would you do if you were driving the car with my children in it and being chased by the Paparazzi?"
Me (amazed): Blimey! Who was it? It must have been somebody well famous!
Shah (disinterested now): Oh I dunno....I never asked...
GAAAAAAAH! I mean What The actual F***?
The Shah likes to play football with a bunch of mates on a Monday night. After the game, they repair to a local pub for a quick pint. A couple of weeks ago he came home with this story...
Shah: You remember Richard?
Me: er, no
Shah (unabashed): Well he told us this great story about his daughter. She's a Nanny and she went for an interview for a job with this family who live in some mega- mansion in Kensington...
Me (not quite sure where this is going): Oh yeah?
Shah (excited): And guess - go on, just GUESS one of the questions she was asked....
Me (puzzled): no idea...
Shah (triumphant): They asked her "what would you do if you were driving the car with my children in it and being chased by the Paparazzi?"
Me (amazed): Blimey! Who was it? It must have been somebody well famous!
Shah (disinterested now): Oh I dunno....I never asked...
GAAAAAAAH! I mean What The actual F***?
Just imagine it could have been fair Gwyneth LOL
ReplyDeleteThat Y chromosome tribe are useless for gossip.
ReplyDeleteIf you'd have asked him which guest beer was on that night, I bet he'd know. It's all about priorities...
ReplyDeleteTaz - LOL - I never thought of that one! I guess if that happened, you could just lob a bit of brown rice or sweet potato out of the window to put them off the scent...
ReplyDeleteAuntie - you've hit the nail on the head. And believe me, this is not the only example...
ReplyDeleteAndy - if you were within 5 miles of my house you would be able to hear the Shah (who has just read your comment) shouting "Good old Andy! He understands!" You should be ashamed of yourself....lol.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, it's like when they tell you about someone you both know who've had a baby. e.g. Girl or boy? Boy, I think. Name? er.... How much did it weigh? No idea...
ReplyDeleteBtw, you've been tagged on my blog. Sorry ;-)
thanks NS! Now I have to think up seven things....don't expect to hear from me for a few days :-O
ReplyDeleteHeello nice post
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