Something I've noticed about Club Politique is that it tends to descend into a lot of long diatribes from myself to you, the reader. Now, I don't think this is a very healthy idea, so here's something a little different.
Che: In the interests of assuring you that the art of conversation isn't dead, I've brought along a friend.
Girlie: What are we going to talk about?
Che: Ah.... Dunno. How about I just get to typing and we can see if we can get into a fluid, rambling kind of thing?
Girlie: Oh, cutting edge blogging you mean?
Che: Yup.
Girlie: It's all a bit Dog Biting Men though isn't it?
Che: Yeah, but they stopped making funny stuff awhile back, so someone had to take over.
Girlie: True... So, what's that thing?
Che: The monitor? The TV thing?
Girlie: Yup.
Che: This isn't just a typewriter, we use that to look at the words while I... waitaminute... you're taking the piss aren't you?
Girlie: Yup.
Che: Thank Christ. I was worried you might be an idiot.
Girlie: Ay!
Che: Ay! No hitting! Ow... that smarts a little.
Girlie: Serves you right.
Che: Yeah, spose it does. So, how long have you wanted to be on a famous blogger's column?
Girlie: Did you just call yourself famous? You're kidding right?
Che: Hell yeah I'm famous! Just the other day David Farrar was fantasizing I was a woman.
Girlie: I hear he does that kind of thing a fair bit. But, in his defence, you do pout a lot.
Che: Take that back!
Girlie: There you go... pouty pouty...
Che: What?! Look, we can't just argue online. People will wonder what in the heck this is all about.
Girlie: It's all about the kind of rambling conversations we have.
Che: Pout...? Me...?
Girlie: Sorry. You'd don't pout. Can we get back to talking?
Che: I am famous you know.
Girlie: Of course you are. There, there.
Che: You're patting me on the shoulder and taking the piss again, aren't you?
Girlie: You know, you'd think famous people would catch on faster.
Che: I managed to slip that double entendre about columns past you.
Girlie: Ay? What?! Oh.... That's quite rude you know.
Che: Hee hee.
Girlie: I might be able to see David's point. Maybe he really does think you're a girl?
Che: That's sexist. Not all girls pout and giggle.
Girlie: You apparently do.
Che: You do realise you're drawing a fairly long bow here?
Girlie: Just keep telling yourself that.
Che: Wha...? Now who's being rude?
Girlie: I'm blushing.
Che: God, you are too... I'll change the subject. You know only the famous bloggers get to make the corny gags, ay?
Girlie: Them and bad comics.
Che: Is there a difference here?
Girlie: Apparently not.