—Well, you’ve done it now, lad.

—Yep, a new version of me blog.

—Andy, lad, I’m not sure yer needed it.

—Ah, c’mon Arthur, a nice shiny new version of my blog—

—Aye, but you already ‘ad one.

—Yep, I know, mate.

—I think it’s right daft to rebuild the bugger.

—You could be right, mate. I know.

—Well, what yer doin’ it for, then, like?

—it’s an experiment.

—Eh?

—Yeah, I thought I’d build it myself to ‘ave proper control—

—Fer wha’?

—You know, so I can write what my mind wants me to write.

—No, I wouldn’t do that, lad. Proper daft, that. Your mind? It churns out some proper shite.

—Why? I’ll update the about page so readers know what to expect.

—Aw reet…

—Experiments and stuff like that, Arthur. Me and you transcribed as well.

—Wha’? The total bloody shite we talk about, like?

—Yeah, sometimes we share useful bits and pieces.

—Aye, happen we do. Now and then.

—Well, then. Makes it worthwhile.

—And you’ll say it’s for all yer creative writing shite?

—Er, maybe not the “shite” part, but creative, yep.

—Right, crack on, then. Anyway, make us a brew, I’m gagging.

—You had one a few minutes ago—

—See? A few minutes ago. That’s not now, is it?

—S’pose.

—This shed is still cold.

—I told you, it’s because you’re old.

—Aye, fuck off.

—Ah well, I’ll put the kettle on.

—Good lad.