Phillip. You wouldn’t believe what happened today. I went to the bank to ask them to write off England’s debts and the b**tards said no! I asked to see the manager too but he was down that posh wine bar in Clapham. I don’t know what to do now. David might be angry, but you know what. I don’t care. It’s only my second day in this job but he’s already annoyed me. He kept me awake last night playing drum and bass music (if you can call it ‘music’) until 3am, then he rolled into the office late and stinking of sweat. He said cycling to work at rush hour was invigorating, by I think it’s such a common thing to do. Almost as bad as using the tube.
I’m gonna try my luck to relieve this debt issue at Lloyds now.
