Do I still get the Wellies?.......

Our tea break chat was the usual "the job's shit, the company's shit" banter and after a brief pause I said "yeah, but you know what, Tom? I bet we'll still be here in 10 yrs doing the same shit & moaning about it".

"Not you, Rich. You'll be dead from stress by then".

I had to concede he was probably right..... 

"I don't know why you do it to yourself? why do people get so stressed? All we do is make sponge puddings....... badly".

"Well you're a fine one to talk" I countered: "You're not exactly Mr Calm are you?"

"I won't die of stress, I'll die in a high speed (motor)bike accident. Probably smack into some old dear and go flying off into a ditch at 100mph screaming....

"Tell Rich he can have my wellllllllies!!"

"Anyway" I said, "neither of us are going to die young because when you see young people who've died, on the news, they were always nice people. We're not nice. We're cunts. So we'll still be here".......

And so, several years later, on the day that Tom is laid to rest, I'm reminded that however shit things may be, there are people who would give everything just to be here............ 

And also:

1) My theory of 'only nice people die young' maybe flawed....

2) I maybe due a pair a Wellies....

3) Tom's, Quiche Vat '10year Service Award' suicide pact is still a possibility for me....