Today, my company had a visit from our German affiliates in the form of two Steffans. I was required to give my usual enthusiastic talk about the brilliant product I manage (in truth I really don’t give a rat’s arse pop pickers). The two Steffans listened and even asked a number of pertinent questions.
They are both rather serious and stoic gentlemen with maudlin, dead eyes. Rumour has it that one of the Steffans was arrested for acts of pyromania as a young man and he has already reassured us that the fire in Camden had nothing to do with him. However, he does smell of burnt toast. They eat an odd breakfast of raw bacon on tough dark bread and their chocolate is called ‘Sport’.
“Thank you zo much for that Herr Galaxy, it was very informative. Ja, we have zeen you on ze internet. Your music is sehr gut. We are particularly enjoying ‘Making an Effort’. We congratulate you.”
“Why thank you Steffan and indeed Steffan.”
“I do have a qvestion. Vho is the pretty lady on your MySpace profile?”
“Erm . . . That is me Steffan, yep, me.”
He pressed his lips together tightly and hoisted the corners. It took me a moment to realise he was smiling.
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They remind me of the two fellows who follow Josef K around in The Castle.
Oh yeah, beautiful literary link there Nap. I wonder if a pair of Steffans followed the band Josef K around when they played in The Dublin Castle?
Probably did, yeah.