I spent most of yesterday with a tramp- who maybe was called Irvine, or I might have named him that- drinking £5.99 bottles of wine and not one of you, NOT ONE OF YOU did anything about that. No one called when I didn’t come back to the office, no one went looking, NOTHING.
Well, I know who my mates are. That’s right, Irvine, and our harem of
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