Harry: Can I ask your advice?
Dom: Reporting for duty, Chief
Harry: Please stop saying that. I have this friend who used to be really cool...
Dom: What’s his name?
Harry: I don’t wanna say. It’s confidential.
Dom: At least use a code-name. It’ll get confusing otherwise.
Harry: Okay, let’s call him...Bill. We’re old friends, but he got this new friend a few months back and she’s kinda changed him.
Dom: What’s her name?
Harry: Justine
Dom: So Bill’s in love with Justine?
Harry: No, they’re just friends. And she has this...ex-boyfriend, who we’ll call Pinchy. I should mention that Pinchy is also Justine’s boss, and he was gonna fire her cos of their bad break-up. But Justine knew that he was a really big fan of...roast beef, so she invited Pinchy to a Sunday Roast at Bill’s house as a peace offering.
Dom: Did it work?
Harry: Yes and no. Pinchy agreed to not fire her, but only if he could come round Bill’s for a Sunday Roast every week. And cos Bill’s gone all soft, he devotes pretty much his whole life now to buying the food, preparing the food, cooking the food. And I can only hang out with him if I’m willing to chop vegetables or whatever.
Dom: It sounds like Justine’s majorly taking advantage
Harry: Well, exactly. She’s so manipulative. And I’ve tried telling Bill this, but he won’t listen. So last week I just walked out, and said I wasn’t gonna play along anymore. But then Bill came round my house and said how sorry he was, and cos I was kinda lonely by myself anyway, I forgave him and now I’m back where I started.
Dom: That sucks
Harry: I just want my friend back, you know? I miss him.
Dom: It sounds like this situation with Justine and Pinchy is bound to come crashing down eventually
Harry: I’d make it crash down myself, but Bill would hate me...and that kinda defeats the point
Dom: Best thing to do is just wait it out then. Eventually Bill will realise his mistake and be glad you stuck by him.
Harry: I suppose...
Dom: In any case, you’ll always have your friends at the music club to fall back on. We’ll never abandon you like Bill did.
Dom: Reporting for duty, Chief
Harry: Please stop saying that. I have this friend who used to be really cool...
Dom: What’s his name?
Harry: I don’t wanna say. It’s confidential.
Dom: At least use a code-name. It’ll get confusing otherwise.
Harry: Okay, let’s call him...Bill. We’re old friends, but he got this new friend a few months back and she’s kinda changed him.
Dom: What’s her name?
Harry: Justine
Dom: So Bill’s in love with Justine?
Harry: No, they’re just friends. And she has this...ex-boyfriend, who we’ll call Pinchy. I should mention that Pinchy is also Justine’s boss, and he was gonna fire her cos of their bad break-up. But Justine knew that he was a really big fan of...roast beef, so she invited Pinchy to a Sunday Roast at Bill’s house as a peace offering.
Dom: Did it work?
Harry: Yes and no. Pinchy agreed to not fire her, but only if he could come round Bill’s for a Sunday Roast every week. And cos Bill’s gone all soft, he devotes pretty much his whole life now to buying the food, preparing the food, cooking the food. And I can only hang out with him if I’m willing to chop vegetables or whatever.
Dom: It sounds like Justine’s majorly taking advantage
Harry: Well, exactly. She’s so manipulative. And I’ve tried telling Bill this, but he won’t listen. So last week I just walked out, and said I wasn’t gonna play along anymore. But then Bill came round my house and said how sorry he was, and cos I was kinda lonely by myself anyway, I forgave him and now I’m back where I started.
Dom: That sucks
Harry: I just want my friend back, you know? I miss him.
Dom: It sounds like this situation with Justine and Pinchy is bound to come crashing down eventually
Harry: I’d make it crash down myself, but Bill would hate me...and that kinda defeats the point
Dom: Best thing to do is just wait it out then. Eventually Bill will realise his mistake and be glad you stuck by him.
Harry: I suppose...
Dom: In any case, you’ll always have your friends at the music club to fall back on. We’ll never abandon you like Bill did.
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