About bloody time. Even I've been spending sleepless nights compiling imaginary e-mails in my head to the scum-sucking pigs determined to drag everyone down to their own level of miserable incompetence. (CU boys, think of being managed by that walking miasma, that putrid contagion of cancer that was *** ****** and multiply it by a public services factor of soul-scouring despair).
As Alistair Darling's wife would have it - what a bunch of cunts.
Kids, don't work for Councils....
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