—Plenty around today Bob.
—Yeah, Easter Monday, innit? People off work.
—Me head’s funny.
—Yer not kidding. ‘Ave yer only just figured that out?
—Bollocks, no, I mean, I keep getting proper mardy.
—Like I said, and?
—Fuck off. I’m serious.
—Yer better snap out of it, then.
—That’s the thing, I’ve been trying to.
—Told yer to get an Easter Egg.
—‘Ow’s thst supposed to ‘elp?
—Dunno, the feel good thing?
—Nah.
—Saying that, you look bloody knackered.
—Ain’t sleeping great. Nightmares.
—Stop reading them horror novels, they won’t help.
—Nah, it’s not that, more like, it’s always me fucking up and people being angry with me.
—Sounds like yer life story.
—Piss off—
—You two slagging each other again?
—Oh, hiya Bren. He’s being a nobhead as usual. Wouldn’t be Joe otherwise would it?
—Joe, love, are yer alright?
—Bouncing along the bottom, Bren. If I’m honest.
—He ain’t sleeping right, Bren.
—Ah, if that carries on? Yer need to see the doc, Joe. Serious now, mind yer do.
—I will Bren.
—Right, fellas, d’yer want more coffee?
—Ah yes please!
—Yep, keep sleepy ‘ere awake.
—See? Told yer, Joe. You looked wrecked.
—Ah, I do feel a bit odd.
—Face like a slapped arse.
—Bugger off, you.
—Hull away for the Sky Blues tonight.
—Yeah, fingers crossed an’ all that. Did yer see? Artemis will lose contact with Earth for forty minutes.
—Wha’?
—You know, the NASA flight around the moon.
—Ah, that. Yeah.
—Yer still not interested?
—Must admit, them photos were bloody amazing, right enough.
—Stunning, mate. I wish I could see that view.
—You couldn’t go into space.
—Yeah, too old now.
—Nah, not that. There wouldn’t be a space suit that’d fit yer, you being a lanky bugger an’ all.
—Says the fucking midget.
–Ha! Drink yer brew before yer fall asleep.