You know, there's probably some cunt in Whitehall who's collecting on a fucking bet. The little wankers think I don't know but I know there was a fucking pool, a How's Malcolm Gonna Kick the Fucking Bucket pool. Five pound on an aneurysm, ten pound on a heart attack, what the fuck ever. That, I knew. That, I fucking expected. But this? This, this fucking idea that I have to somehow answer for some shit I pulled on a pleasure cruise designed by a fucking comics anorak with a crystal meth habit? This is NOT FUCKING ON. NOT ONE ARSING BIT.
[Pause as he simmers and paces, and a crash as he knocks something over in his fury.]
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:10 pm (UTC)Sorry. Aye. Right.
[Deep breath, exhale. Another pause.]
You know, there's probably some cunt in Whitehall who's collecting on a fucking bet. The little wankers think I don't know but I know there was a fucking pool, a How's Malcolm Gonna Kick the Fucking Bucket pool. Five pound on an aneurysm, ten pound on a heart attack, what the fuck ever. That, I knew. That, I fucking expected. But this? This, this fucking idea that I have to somehow answer for some shit I pulled on a pleasure cruise designed by a fucking comics anorak with a crystal meth habit? This is NOT FUCKING ON. NOT ONE ARSING BIT.
[Pause as he simmers and paces, and a crash as he knocks something over in his fury.]
Who's the wanky bastard in charge of this place?