It is the half-term break here and that means I get to meet up with my friend and colleague John, the mad Physicist. ("I'm terribly sorry, he's from Wakefield.")
As I am thinking about setting off I ponder what I can do to wind him up. Given that he is generally sartorially challenged I send him a text: Try to look smart eh?
Almost by return I get the response. "In on ink you cheeky twat."
I have no idea what this means.
Picture this: I am sitting in the bar waiting for him, drinking a cappuccino and gazing idly out of the window, when the man himself shows up wearing a sweatshirt fleece and looking a mere three steps up from the homeless. As anticipated he berates me for my temerity in asking him to smarten up. I'm really sorry, but I didn't understand your text. The sentiment, yes, but not the actual words. I show him the phone which he holds at arms length and squints at.
I was in bed and I didn't have my specs. It says "I'm on hol you cheeky twat."
Actually it doesn't.
It's supposed to. Why didn't you look at the other letter combos on each button?
As if! In on ink too! Well that's my alternative career as a psychic out of the window then. Interesting how the insult got through but not the rest. John sits down in front of me and then unzips his sweatshirt to reveal a great deal of grey and untamed chest hair. I try to rise above it but fail to his great amusement.
It's going to be a long lunch hour.
Well, you practically begged for that furry public response. But it gave me a great laugh out loud, so it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteI always dress down on holidays too. Maybe you were a bit harsh.
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