'Yes, Tigger tweeted that the list was out.'
'Apparently Sleaford Mods missed out again.'
'What…not even Under-Smoothers Pursuivant of the Summerweight Duvet?'
'Not even that…not even a pair of Obe-wans…'
'The thing with Sleaford Mods is, they don't push themselves forward.'
'Actually, they got themselves invited to Beatrice's party.'
'Really, Piglet? Where she cut open Blunt Ed Mumford's face?'
'Apparently. But only on condition that they had the sword.'
'Plus any bows of burning gold and arrows of desire that were knocking about.'
'Sounds reasonable. How did they get on?'
'They didn't. Letter arrived relegating them to Jobseeker 10,000.'
'There must have been a reason for doing that.'
'Oh, there is. There is.'