so much to say, and so little time, said sponge. he said nothing after that although he had the entire day to come up with something. so it goes, said breadroll, other people make old ladies jump out of windows with the stuff they come up with, and you? is there an old lady, said sponge, and these windows cannot be opened. health and safety. i see. but you see windows around here. no. there are some, but too low. would look silly to jump out. once an old lady tried to climb over the wall of a compartment in a public toilet. she had to be rescued. old ladies should stick with windows.
why are we talking about food so much, said sponge, is there something?
we are not, said breadroll, we mentioned the canteen recently.
a yes, the canteen. we didn’t mention it before. the perls.
perks.
yes.
says herr brekst, whenever i come i have a question and no answer ready for me. this is the state of thing and i will have to queue for an answer like anybody else here, if there are any left that is. is this queue for beetroot by chance? or chips? answers?
it is getting silly.
monday we have lamb, tuesday we have pork, wednesday we have beef. we have a selection of vegetables every day, beans, peas, potatoes, carrots, broccoli. no, it is beef on tuesdays and pork on the wednesday. right. we start again thursday, lamb, beef, no, pork and then beef. lamb, beef, pork. lambeef pork. its lamb again sunday, and we have pork on monday, something else, not always the same. two veg with it, we have to choose, so it’s beans- peas, potatoes-carrots, broccoli-beans, peas-potatoes, carrots-broccoli, and then we have to start again. we had some kind of jelly once but that was not repeated. they usually repeat. they made exceptions. fish. trout, salmon, cod, plaice, haddock, pollock, tiger prawns. mussels, less likely.
that was only posted internally, they never had it. somebody did not arrive. again.
we experimented with other sequences, chicken nuggets, turkey breasts, duck, goose. repeat twice, then skip for one week. nothing worked. there never was duck, not a bit. it would be the thought that counts.
and how did it go today? we have only started. i know, whatever, how did it go, any feedback? none. haven’t heard anything. was there something we were to say at some point. perhaps we missed the keyword. perhaps. or maybe. or that. we should discuss our keywords again. fix our tags. fix our tags, perhaps. metaphysical tags. karma keys. maybe they’ll tell us then.
final sentence: involving sponge and breadroll.
there is something we wanted to do, is there. usually there is, most of the time. what it was? something urgent, something we needed to do. don’t ask, we didn’t ask. something.
sure we lean out of the window instead. they tried. we take a seat. things we do today.
look an egg, running down the street. did we mention that before? we’re sure to mention it again. the egg, its racing down the street. eggs pick up speed on an even surface. should we catch it? don’t be daft, who ever caught an egg?
sponge had bread and toast, breadroll jam and butter instead.
the train people once almost crucified a chap for not having a ticket, some spotty faced fellow, youngish, plastic clad. the guy wasn’t a saint for sure, all knew that, but people felt the reaction was a bit too harsh. the train people said it was a normal industrial action. wordsback and forth and an argument ensued. it got nowhere but we didn’t get to her the rest of the story as a result. that’ll be it.
there was a time when some things worked out better than others. that’s all changed now and other things have picked up, while some things don’t work the best. the child made rattling sounds with the collection box, please sir, it said, for a pair of helping hands for the community.
we have to focus on the bottom line, said sponge, where holes are punched into poor people’s arses. the workers get punched for free, said breadroll, and the others are paid for. still, said sponge, when things are not going well for them they do require a helping hand to scratch an itchy hole.
they can make do with just the one, said breadroll.
you’re heartless, said sponge.
heartless perhaps, but breadrolls are the soul of the country.
30 April, 2010 
