You tried explaining all this to your mum? My God, Birks, but you are far braver than I thought.
I've been visiting a young lady of an equivalent age, as it were, this weekend, and she's increasingly worried that the Chinese Government is going to turn up on her doorstep and ask for their money back. As an avid reader of the Telegraph over fifty years, this is the main message she is getting.
Now, obviously, Mrs L_'s mental health is not quite at the level of the Birks Matriarch, but she was still able to come up with a silly pun based on a Blackadder sketch that I quoted ... and which pun her 49 year old son completely missed. So I don't think it's a question of "poor old dear" with this stuff ... I think it's more Pure Fucking Terror. There is Wisdom in Age.
Anyway, I only met your mum once, and she was absolutely splendid. Keep listening to her. On the other hand, I wouldn't bother wasting her time by explaining Sarkozy, Osborn, Merkel, Trichet and the rest to her. You may well be 100% correct ... but, and now more than ever, it is a truism that Mums Know Better.
At which point I will refer you to the Little Britain sketch where the "hypnotist" visits his beloved mother and says, well, precisely that. And she plays along with the nonsense.
Mothers are basically genetically programmed to play along with nonsense.
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Little Britain: Look Into My Eyes...
Date: 2011-08-07 09:38 pm (UTC)I've been visiting a young lady of an equivalent age, as it were, this weekend, and she's increasingly worried that the Chinese Government is going to turn up on her doorstep and ask for their money back. As an avid reader of the Telegraph over fifty years, this is the main message she is getting.
Now, obviously, Mrs L_'s mental health is not quite at the level of the Birks Matriarch, but she was still able to come up with a silly pun based on a Blackadder sketch that I quoted ... and which pun her 49 year old son completely missed. So I don't think it's a question of "poor old dear" with this stuff ... I think it's more Pure Fucking Terror. There is Wisdom in Age.
Anyway, I only met your mum once, and she was absolutely splendid. Keep listening to her. On the other hand, I wouldn't bother wasting her time by explaining Sarkozy, Osborn, Merkel, Trichet and the rest to her. You may well be 100% correct ... but, and now more than ever, it is a truism that Mums Know Better.
At which point I will refer you to the Little Britain sketch where the "hypnotist" visits his beloved mother and says, well, precisely that. And she plays along with the nonsense.
Mothers are basically genetically programmed to play along with nonsense.