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A shadow slipped over my desk, eclipse-like, until I was entirely in its shade.

*What did ye pick up today, mate?*

I looked up and saw *Butterbean,* a massive-bellied Business Analyst that works on my floor.

I resisted answering with *'your mum'* and instead replied with a charismatic,

*Eh?*

I leaned back in my chair trying not to look as if I was scrabbling out of the shadow cast by his huge beer belly.

*Beers, man? Do you not usually go to the beer shop on a Friday?*

I had a vague recollection of telling him of my weekly beer pilgrimage a few weeks ago when he had ensnared me in his freezing belly shadow.

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*Yeah, I did. Got a few good ones I think.*

I waved a hand majestically at a bag on my desk.

*Can ah have a wee peek?*

I was about to tell him to beat it when I recalled the rumour that had led to him being called *Butterbean.* The resulting wave of sympathy led me to rigidly grin as if a cat were licking at my *Chinese rabbit.*

*Aye, knock yourself out.*

I tugged open the bag to reveal the beery goodness within.

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*Butterbean* inserted a hand that Chewbacca would have been proud of into the bag and rummaged among it's insides.

*Oh very good, a chocolate porter? Sounds lovely. And this one, blackcurrant? That's a bit too crazy for me. Hey, what's this?*

He pulled one of the beers out of the bag.

*The world's first blockchain beer??*

*Butterbean* made a *flubbery-bubbery* farting noise with his mouth which sounded like the simultaneous sex noises of an overweight Liverpudlian couple.

*What of it?*

Defensively, I rescued the beer from his hands.

*Butterbean* rocked back on his heels, a mocking sneer on his face as if he had been offered charred lettuce with his artisan burger.

*Blockchain is just for geeks to wank each other off for bitcoin.*

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He declared, shaking his head at my foolishness in buying such a thing.

*Ahem, no. It's not really.*

Said I, the now proud defender of everything blockchain.

*Butterbean* looked at me curiously, tipping his head to the side.

*Don't tell me you believe in all that shite?*

Now it was my turn to look incredulous.

*It's not shite, granted it's not the silver bullet for everything but...*

*Pfft. It's shite.*

*Butterbean* interrupted, his jowls shifting restlessly like caged hens.

*You better watch, or next thing you know, you will be on the Skype wanking off your wee internet pals for bitcoin. Haha!*

He lumbered off, laughing out loud at blockchain geeks wanking each other for Bitcoin.

I put the can back in the bag. 

So this is what Blockchain means to the normies?

Houston, we may have a problem.