ME ME ME


“Honey, it’s my turn to use the computer.”

“No it’s not. You had it for an hour and I’ve only had ten minutes.”

“Yes, but you just want to chat to your friends. It’s not like you’re doing homework or anything productive.”

Yeah, but you just want to go on that writer website thingy and swap compliments with all those wannabe writer weirdos.”

“They’re not ‘weirdos’ darling, they’re very serious about what they do.”

“They are weirdos. They have names like ’Pink Moccasin Dave’ and ‘Waistcoat Glow Worm’.

“They do not. Anyway you talk to people with names like ‘Twisted Cereal Killa’ and ‘Blayde Sister’. They can’t even spell properly.”

“Oh God, YAWN. Those are cool names and they can spell properly. They just choose not to.”

“I’m trying to write a book you know.”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you never used to use the computer and now you’re a right nerd and you never let us get a look in. “

“That’s not true Honey. You know you use it far more than me.”

“I do not! You spend loads of time on-line hoping you’ve got a message from ‘Grated Cheese’. You should get on with finishing the book and you could perfectly well use the other computer.”

“What, use the old one in the freezing shed?”

“Yeah. Then you wouldn’t have any distractions like us around.”

“Look, I cooked your supper and washed up. You could have been on-line then.”

“We were busy.”

“Busy watching Eastenders and Holby City?”

“Yeah, and now I need the computer to finish writing my Personal Statement for UCAS.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so darling? I’ll go and use the one in the shed.”