June 16, 2006

Me and Stratocast tend to do our "popping out of the office" together, on the grounds that we both hold a meaningful respect for Black Soup, cancer sticks and the occasional - and I mean occasional - bout of lumpy stuff.

We still do it now, of course, but sadly, since he decided to actually join blog world (instead of casting envious glances at, say, mine, all the time) things have changed - and not in a good way.

Take, for instance, the short trip we have just made to the Post Office in order for Stratters to purchase himself some cigarettes.

While there, one of us - both of us? - decided to buy the troops in the office some ice creams, because we're - he's? - nice like that.

Woman Behind Counter: Aww, aren't you nice doing that?

Zeds: Yes, aren't I?

Stratters: Er, excuse me, it was me.

Zeds: No it bloody wasn't.

Stratters: Yes, it was. Besides, I'm better looking than you.

Zeds: Yeah, right. Of course. Really. And much older, too.

Woman Behind Counter: Errrr...

Stratters, turning to Zeds: This... this isn't blog world, is it?

Zeds, slowly: Er........ no. This is the real one.

Stratters: Shall we discuss this outside of the Post Office that we visit every single working day for one reason or another, both of us reasonably well known in our miniature locale?

Zeds: *he'd already gone*