Instead of just talking to ourself, let's go walking with ourself, the one-eyed editor said to himself.

It's against my religion, he said to himself.

That's the closest thing to humour I've ever heard you say, he said to himself.

I didn't know it was humour. I heard someone else say it once, and I agreed with it.

Enough of the funny business, then, let's go for a walk.

I wasn't being funny. And I don't think going for a walk is funny, either.

But don't you want to fill in the suggestion form about how to improve the Campground?

Well, I'm not really interested in improving the grounds, but I can't pass up any opportunity to complain.

Well, let's walk.

Puff. Puff. Ah, this is healthy. It's amazing how big this Campground is.

We've only gone 100 metres.

Puff. You mean 100 yards, he replied to himself. I've never accepted metric. I don't accept anything new.

Now here's where I would like to see a 1000-seat tent for the 30+.

Puff. I've never liked the 30+ idea. They should be forced into the Big Tent. If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for them.

But we have 2000 youth in the youth tent. In 10 years most of them will be in 30+. So we have to have somewhere for them.

Puff. That's the Big Tent.

But if 2000 youth come to the Big Tent, you'll have to change the Big Tent program. You'll have to play the music they like.

Umm, he puffed to himself. This does look like a good spot for a 30+ tent.