Dreams

My colleague, Steve, has written a book about carp fishing. It isn't very good, but fair play to him for having a go.

It's his last day in the office. He's calling it a day so he can write more books.

"Sure about this?" I say, as we queue for the buffet.

"Definitely," Steve says.

The following day, Graham, our Ops Director, reads some select passages from the book.

Graham's taking the piss, of course. Everyone's rolling about with laughter.

I feel a little hurt for Steve, but if he was here he'd have no idea. He'd probably be flattered.