We're back. Malaysia was a fucking wash.

This is the first time in weeks that I've come back to the Club and not had a single letter from Westminster. The first time in weeks that I've not had my next hanging lined up.

And I'm hardly fucking surprised. Right, Rich?

Rich and I are boarding a plane in a short while. We shall only be gone a day or two.

Even so, the purple thing is with me. So no Shaman had better get ideas about searching the Club for it.

I don't give a shit about destroying the little prick ( Read more... )

Right, fuck it. I'm not beyond begging.

Naboo, Saboo. One of you shaman pricks.

I- Jon- needs help. This is not fucking optional. I'll do whatever it takes. But he needs fucking help. Now.

Please.

On some kind of fucking tour if aFrica. On ly suppposed to be hanging in cameroon. Almosta w eek now. On th back of a fuckinh jeep out running som bloody lawlessb astard swuth guns. 3 bloody security shot inas many days.

Ha, Jon- if I;m next, you can have t

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I've been working my arse off in the last couple of weeks. If I've not been hanging, I've been shuffling the fucking papers. That, coupled with the Moll and preparations for Triggerman's visit, has left me precious little time for anything else ( Read more... )

I've received five more notifications of execution from Westminster this morning, all set to take place over the next month ( Read more... )

It wasn't just ballache about legislature ( Read more... )

It's been a very good weekend for business what with the weather and the local festival. Deep-pocketed locals and tourists alike packing out the Moll and staying until the small hours. The girls have been charging extra for a little al fresco after dark. Good spirits all round ( Read more... )

I hanged a murderer this morning at 7.30. Quick and seemingly painless ( Read more... )