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I fired him. He had it coming. I gave him not one, not two, not even three chances. I gave him so many I lost count. But the Board will have my arse if I don't do something to this bugger I dragged in for the post as guard who does nothing but slack on the job and hit on the girls that are meant to be doing their own job. I should have known this. What do you expect from one Antonin Dolohov, anyway? I'll bet he thinks this is personal, like he does everything else. Well, newsflash for you, straight arse, my world doesn't revolve around you and your shit.
I promised Reg I wouldn't think about anything else on this trip. I figure I'm doign brilliantly, except where Dolohov is concerned, since he manages to spoil my mood even Merlin-knows-how-many-miles-away. Even when I've done nothing but eat, shit and go to pubs and get wasted here in Gemrany with Reg. Maybe a bit of sightseeing while the bloody sun is still out, but I'm in it mostly for the after dark hours. The places they've got here are amazing. I'll see if I don't adopt some of the ideas I see here for our own back home. Fuck, there I go again with the work. I need to get laid. Reg could do with some too.
The pubs here are great, if you know where to look. For five sickles you can get an amazing blowjob. Or so I've heard. Not that I'd ever deign to try, Reg would probably have my balls. And the german blokes here? They've got this wonderful blond hair blue eyes thing which is just a bonus. I've always wondered if you know, whether you're a Brit or a German has any bearing on your size.
Merlin, that's the seventh bottle of beer I've drunk. I think. Who do you have to fuck around here to get free drinks?