We were at book club. The relationships between the scores of characters in the book were complex and every time a new character was mentioned someone would ask, ‘Who’s that?’
At this point Dot would take out a large sheet of folded paper, carefully unfold it, run her finger down a list and give us the information. ‘Oh, he was married to X and their children were A, B and C.’ She would then refold the paper and put it back in her bag until someone asked, ‘Remind me, who was J?’
Out would come Dot’s ‘tree’ as she called it and she would give us the details. Each time she opened out the tree we’d laugh. The book is set in Afghanistan so the characters were called names like Abdullah, Saboor, Masooma, Roshi, Timur…
And then someone mentioned Eric. ‘Who’s Eric?’ we all screamed and from there it all went downhill -
because it was such a normal name
because Dot had taken out her tree again
because we were all a bit hysterical by then.
It wasn’t so much a giggle that afternoon as an eyes-streaming, stomach-aching uproar.
And from Sue Blackburn
Mum and I were in that well known chemist doing a bit of shopping.
"I need toilet rolls," she told me.
We couldn't find them so we collared a member of staff.
"Could you tell us where the toilet rolls are please?" Mum asked her.
"Down the bottom end," was her reply.