Kept in after games for double Greek.
Don’tcha hate it when your escape is foiled at the wire?
At ten to five yesterday, three sombre men in sombre suits came into the office making themselves at home, avoiding eye contact, fiddling with my stuff.
Shit! Wing it Maroon, we’re all rootin’ for ya!
“…We put it to you Maroon, that you have been sharing commercially sensitive information with a person claiming to be a talking monkey.”
“Ape Colin, a gorilla is an ape. Monkeys have tails.”
“Fine. There is also the question of our export guarantees.”
“What about them?”
“Look here Ack*, you don’t have a leg to stand on, we’ve been monitoring your laptop for a while now, and whether it’s this contract or the other thing**….I mean, running a web-log at work, all fine and good, but the Irish, the Americans, the anonymous individuals, you’re on record….
The point is, your brother‘s***….so we don‘t want….and anyway, t’s have been crossed, i’s dotted….”
“What’s my brother to do with this?”
“Absolutely nothing, I’m only saying….
It was all something else entirely, but circumspection is the watchword now
*I’m Ack, It’s a lousy contraction.
**The other thing has to do with my father frying liver.
***My brother’s at the lousy DTI - FCO**** wouldn’t have him.
****Only the beastly middle class affect “Foreign Office” these days.
That pure Cane Spirit since 1848.
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