The Shed - The Weird Side Street

—Well, you’ve done it now, lad.

—Yep, a new 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’ve already got Substack and Medium. 

—Yep, I know, mate. 

—I think it’s right daft to start another one, it is. 

—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 publish all my weird stuff here—

—Like what?

—You know, horror, cyberpunk and anarchic comedy—

—No, I wouldn’t do that, lad. Proper daft, that. 

—Why? I’ll update the description 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 experimental shite? 

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