Yes Men in the Breeze

Y’know, mate, I’ve been thinkin’ about the time we first met. I’m sure ya remember that since it’s kinda hard to forget.

Yep. It was definitely interesting to say the least, though I really could’ve done without some of the “juicier” parts if ya know what I mean.

Oh, come on...you’re such a pussy. It wasn’t even that bad.

Pretty funny to hear that comin’ outta yer mouth, ‘cause I pretty distinctly remember ya screamin’ louder than a fangirl at a rock show when we were watchin’ a horror flick.

And how do you know how loud a fangirl screams at a rock show? Did ya happen to have “experience” in that department? After all, I’ve heard that your younger sister is quite the fan of the Clash herself. Surely you must have gone to one of their concerts?

Mate, I haven’t a bloody idea what you’re talking about. I know about the screams ‘cause a show was airing on the wireless about rock in the sixties. Plus, even if I wanted to take her—which I don’t—she has a boyfriend who’d she rather go with, especially since he was the chap that got her into the Clash in the first place, so you’re completely off-base, mate. Completely off-base.

Right...as though I should believe someone who still calls a radio a “wireless”. That term hasn’t been used for decades, mate. Did your grandma start seeping her old-people talk into you? The last thing I need is for another old fogey to come into my life. I get enough of that from dealing with my folks.

As if you’re one to talk...I have it on very good authority that you love to make scrapbooks with your grandma. Ya can’t complain about “old fogeys” and then proceed to do something that just screams “I’m a pensioner”.

Bloody hell, mate....bloody hell. For all the times we’ve had together, one’d think that we wouldn’t butt heads as much as we do. I fucking swear that we act like an old married couple.

Mate, I don’t think you realise that those are the best kinds of friendships. It means we’re comfortable with each other and that we bounce off each other. Frankly, I’d be more worried if we were like yes men—just agreeing to everything without questioning.