well ain’t this a sweet sight. I guess it’s better than it’s been but that’s small praise. what’s the matter with you. crikey, your’e like a bloke with a dead walaby hanging around your neck. and don’t think everyone can’t smell it on ya either. for f*** sakes. so piss off feeling sorry for y’self. oh, you saw her walking down the hallway, did ya? well, f*** me. you’re just wasting yer own time, ain’t ya? take a goddamne message – they didn’t give a rip about you then, and they sure as hell don’t give a rip about you now, so stop worrying about it, christ. who do you think you are. “let’s get a coffee, let’s go for walk”. it aint a goddamn social social club, blimey. did you reckoned you was “pals”? the only reason she asked you for help was because she knew very well you’d drop everything for her like some f****** white knight. pathetic! and where’d that get you? let me refresh your memory. how’d it feel watching your own career circle down the goddamn shitter. how long’d’t take ya to get back on track? are they running your life now, ‘cuz I missed the news. look – she don’t give a f***. take a goddamned memo and get over it. Better get your head straight because I ain’t missing another year of vacation on account of some sheila. if memory serves me right you’ve got a pile of s*** to get done straightaway. let’s let’s stop f****** around with this b******* nonsense. and what do I always say. take this venomous b******* and GIT OUTTA MY HOUSE.
