Meffery and Brig
Created | Updated Jul 10, 2002
once upon a time there were two young motorists called Meffery and Brig. Meffery had short long hair which she wore in an arrangement. She was of middling hieght with one of those faces and she enjoyed marceling. She only knew Brig by association, and even then not very well. The one thing they both had in common was the fact that neither of them liked cellery. And so, in the manner of two people who know one deffinite thing about each other and are able to dredge humour from the fact, they discussed it whenever they met. One Wednesday morning they met in the antiroom.
“hello” said Meffery “how’s the dislike for cellery?”
“as good as can be expected” replied Brig “how’s your own?”
“oh coming along fine yes” Meffery agreed. There was a pregnant pause and from the pause was born a sentence.
“nice weather we’ve been having recently”. This blatant breach of the social code of all their previous interactions was at once and at the same time like a breath of fresh air, and a major setback in a plan to take over the world. Meffery blinked.
“yes isn’t it” she said.
“it certainly is, one might say excuisite, but perhapse that’s going too far” Brig replied vocally “what do you think?”
“oh yes I should think so.” Meffery was all agog, to her great astoundishment he continued.
“I don’t think I’ve seen a day this fine since the high summer of eighty eleven.”
“oh” Meffery was feeling a little weak and felt she had to get out of the conversation. “I er, must get the kettle on” she said and scurried away. Brig watched her go, that, he thought, is a fine woman.
“hello” said Meffery “how’s the dislike for cellery?”
“as good as can be expected” replied Brig “how’s your own?”
“oh coming along fine yes” Meffery agreed. There was a pregnant pause and from the pause was born a sentence.
“nice weather we’ve been having recently”. This blatant breach of the social code of all their previous interactions was at once and at the same time like a breath of fresh air, and a major setback in a plan to take over the world. Meffery blinked.
“yes isn’t it” she said.
“it certainly is, one might say excuisite, but perhapse that’s going too far” Brig replied vocally “what do you think?”
“oh yes I should think so.” Meffery was all agog, to her great astoundishment he continued.
“I don’t think I’ve seen a day this fine since the high summer of eighty eleven.”
“oh” Meffery was feeling a little weak and felt she had to get out of the conversation. “I er, must get the kettle on” she said and scurried away. Brig watched her go, that, he thought, is a fine woman.
