| Comment | I was in a well-liked West End boozer talking about how unfunny Janey Godley is, when this seething girl at the next table, full-on Glasgow Uni / West Endie accent, goes "Excuse me, this is actually Janey Godley's daughter" and pointed to her mate.
A few moments of very awkward silence followed, before I could say something like, "Err... OK? Her sitting there doesn't change my mind" or some shit. Like I'm gonna be all "Fucking hell, if I'm in the same room as her daughter then I must be amused by her 'comedy'! Thanks!" |
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