Thread by @swardley

X : Another friendship ruined.
Me : He deleted H's game.
X : He apologised.
Me : No, he said H could make another. H spent weeks on that.
X : That's no reason to put a fist through his painting. It was a gift.
Me : I apologised.
X : No, you said he could make another.
Me : So?

... a digital game is a modern form of art, of creation. That was H's work which that cretin trashed. I'm not going to respect his work just because it's on a canvas with paint. It's no different and there's one thing I can't stand is arts snobs. He is bloody useless anyway.

X : Well, I suspect we won't be speaking to them for sometime.
Me : fzzz fzzz fzzz
X : What are you now doing?
Me : Tuning up my nanoscale violin for an epic concerto.

X : You do know you'll be embarrassed when H finds an early save of the game.
Me : Not as much as he will when I find some sellotape to stick his picture together.
X : It won't be the same.
Me : I know but I think H will get over it.
X : I mean the picture.
Me : We won't notice.

X : Ruining someone's work on purpose is dreadful.
Me : Agreed. It was mean to H, the lad's only wee.
X : No, the painting.
Me : It was a gift. I can do what I like with it. I have given it context.
X : You've given it a hole.
Me : Well, I might now hang it up as a reminder.

X : There's no chance you're going to be reasonable is there?
Me : Nope. H is a wee lad whilst he's a middle aged art snob. Chances of me being reasonable are next to zero.