- Oh hey.
- What you been up to?
- Man, I've just been writing. Just doing my writing. And, like, looking for stuff.
- Got the skills to pay the bills.
- Uh. No. Not really.
- What about the motherfuckin' drawing n' shit?
- Oh yeah. Sure. I did some. Wait. Let me just...
- Check that shit. What is it?
- It's, like, a poster I did for UNDERACHIEVERS PLEASE TRY HARDER'S 3rd BIRTHDAY NIGHT CLUB NIGHT BASH GIG THING WITH BANDS MAMMAL CLUB & MILK WHITE WHITE TEETH & SPECIAL GUEST. If you click on it, you get to see, like, versions and stuff.
- Sweet.
- Yeah. They put it on flyers and posters I think. I'm on the guestlist. Plus one.
- Oh Snap! V.I.P.
- Can't go. Y'know. Money. No one to go with.
- Probably for the best, man.
- Yeah?
- I mean, those indie bands, right? They're gonna want to be fuckin' top billing. But girls are gonna be, like, 'Wait. Is that the dude who drew that dog woman?' 'Fuck you, I saw him first.' And then they'll all be fighting n' shit and the bands will resent that big time. Music might end forever if the world finds out how much better cartoonists are than guitarists.
- Yeah?
- Totally. Man, you a hero.
- Right. I also edited some camcorder stuff I did on holiday last year.
- That. Is. The. Shit.
- Is that good?
- I'm gonna pass out, chief.
- I can't tell if you are being sarcastic.
- Ep. Ic.
- Still doesn't help. I think I might make, like, a series. Pretty straight forward. Shoot any old shit and then shout over it in a faux-Euro-accent.
- Don't spoil the magic, bro. Let me enjoy the dream. Let me surf the rainbow.
- So what's with my dreams?
- Dude?
- Y'know. The tiny animals in tiny cars. Last night is was a monkey and he drove round a Shaolin Temple in a little stone sports car.
- It's about sex.
- Okay. I should probably go get dressed and get to Tescos before it closes.
- But you're okay, right?
- Honestly?
- Forget I asked, bro.
- Smart move.
- Word.
- Cool. So, uh, bye, then.
- Peace out.
- Right. See you.
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You were in my dream the other night. We had a big argument about girls saying 'I'm going for a wee'. You were adamant it was inappropriate and we should always say we're powdering our noses.
I woke up and realised it was less of a dream, more a memory of an actual conversation that I seem to have remembered in my sleep.
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I'd never worked in a place where girls were more keen to say when they were going for a wee. Everywhere else, people just got up and left, maybe with an 'Excuse me,' maybe not. At Lime, you're all 'Just going for a wee'. Wee. Wee. Wee. All the way home.
Maybe that's what I did wrong. I was too mild-mannered about wee.
Curses.
Was this an actual conversation that you had with Little Jon?
Wow. I totally channelled JDeath without realising it. It's totally him.
Fuck.
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