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[f_ckitybye]

[Malc needed someone to terrorise and so he went off in search of Columbus, only to discover he's nowhere to be found.]

So has Christopher Robin fucked back off to the fucking Hundred Acre Wood, then?

Not even two months and one fucking warden already gone. This is better than my first two months in Whitehall.

Comments

he just wants confirmation before he celebrates c:

[stopthat_destro]

Who was your warden, again?

[f_ckitybye]

Fucking Cleveland or whatever it was.

[stopthat_destro]

Oh. Well I guess that's unfortunate, if you were making any progress with him.

[f_ckitybye]

Wouldn't fucking call it progress. Mostly he just stayed the fuck out of the way. Which was fine by me.

of all the things he could say...

[doeswhatido]

What year was it when you entered Whitehall?

[f_ckitybye]

1997, when Labour got voted in.

[doeswhatido]

Ah, yes...ten years ago. Whitehall's security still leaves much to be desired.

[f_ckitybye]

You got first-hand fucking knowledge of it, then?

[bob_fraser_snr]

Do
any of these wardens have staying power at all? Can't imagine we'd get much done if there's no
commitment, can you?

[f_ckitybye]

Couldn't have said it any fucking better myself.

[bob_fraser_snr]

You want anything done, you have to do it yourself, take these young turks in hand. This is
our death they're dealing with.

[f_ckitybye]

Christ. Who even fucking was it?

Re: private

[f_ckitybye]

Suppose so. Why?

private

[f_ckitybye]

Oh christ, that fucking business.

Well, I don't have much to lose by telling you. Short version-Mr Dictator wanted to give me-the other me-a fucking pay raise basically for being a gigantic sycophantic tit. When your lad-who was Treasury head-said they didn't have the budget, Crazy Pants said he'd kill off a bunch of tossers to remove them from the financial equation. So Judas said he'd take a pay cut or something to make the pay raise happen without killing people.