On Sunday we sat down in a cafe for our new weekly meetings. Tomorrow we’re going to be at the Hamilton Zinefest so we decided to get together to figure out all the shit we’d totally forgotten to do.

As well as that our catchups give us a chance to shoot the shit and germinate scripts. This time however Kristof flicked open my phones notes page, smirked at the top two puns I had sitting there (This one and Becky’s last one) and approved them.

He then went home to float around on his lilo in the cold winter air with old leaves blowing onto him and the pool, basking in the profits.