I Talk to Pencils

What is that? What is that supposed to be? It’s never really casual, you always have to turn up. It’s never casual unless you’re both wearing Sherlock Holmes hats or something. You’re covered in crisps, one of you’s eating an omelette, the other one’s doing a crossword, then it’s kind of casual.

Or when people break up, they always use a bunch of lines on each other, you know, terrible rubbish lies, like “It’s not you, it’s me, it’s me.” It’s NEVER you, it’s always them! You should level with these people! Tell them! “You know that strange sound you used to hear when you were going to sleep? That was me CHEWING the bed, out of sheer boredom! OOOOHH, How I HATE you, I hate you so much it gives me energy! I have to get up early in the morning to hate you because there isn’t time enough in the day. Please, GO AWAY!” Or that other BULLSHIT: “I need more space!” People never quantify exactly how much space they really need.. do they? But strangely enough, it always seems to be the exact same height, depth and breadth as you.