Mate: “I’ve been messing around with blogging sites and software in work, for a site I’m working on. Do you know anything about it?”
Me: “Err, no. What do you mean, like that blog Google thing…Blog? Blogger? or something is it called?”
Mate: “Yeh, that’s it”
Me: “Nah, no idea about all that blog stuff”
Mate: “I’ve found something called WordPress.”
Shit. He’s found it I thought.
Within a split second I had the next 5 years of piss taking and endless jokes run through my head. I wanted to find a dark corner and curl up into the foetal position. I raised my eyebrows and gave my best non-interested “oh right” whilst keeping my eyes on the cricket on the tv.
“It’s brilliant, the templates are dead smart and it’s easy for people to update and do all kinds of nonsense. They’re building a site around one in work”
Me: (giving my best ‘you’re boring me shitless look’) “Ah right. Nice one. So you’re going to start “blogging” or whatever it is now are you?”
Mate: “No, fuck that…joking aren’t you? I’m just setting it up for work. Wankers.
And with that, he floated off to the bar non the wiser but proud of his technological achievements. Meanwhile my heart went back to beating it’s normal rhythm and I gulped down the remains of my pint.
Thankfully, he was just chatting shite and not asking probing questions. It was all over in about a minute, but I’d just played my best mentally challenged role yet. Awarding myself an Oscar whilst he was at the bar and giving myself a virtual tap on the back in the process.