Poor bugger got an hour long rant and he'd only rung up to wish me a Happy Christmas
One of my colleagues made the mistake of asking "So everything sorted out at Swindon then?" at our Christmas do on Monday. To be fair, others dived in to rescue him when I'd probably only been going 15 mins or so, but by then he was already pale and gasping for breath. Bloody armchair fans, no stamina.
I've got the first Xmas meal tonight - there's bound to be someone who asks
