We were walking past a row of restaurants one evening, and I noticed that one of them was called ‘British India’.
Me: Hey, I thought British India sold clothes.
C: Maybe this one sells clothes and food?
Me: Don’t think so. Looks like it’s just a restaurant.
C: So what kind of food do you think they have? British or Indian? Or both? What would that be called?
Me: Bri-Indian. You know, like Briyani? Hahahaha.
C: *rolls eyes*
We were at the Adelaide Night Market and there were two musicians there performing a variety of songs.
C: *singing along* Champion supernova… Champion supernova…
Me: What ‘champion supernova’? It’s ‘champagne supernova’!
C: *embarrassed but still trying to convince me that he’s right* Isn’t there a champion in the song too?
C: At least champion sounds like champagne. Better than you, right? Zao-ow-beh… (Read this post about me and my brilliant mangling of another song.)
At the Adelaide Night Market, with the musicians in the background
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