It’s a bad time for that.

“You know…Bill….i love this fish centre…and all these fish…the public loves them…i love them….and you love them too….”

“Yessir….i’ve been looking after them for twenty five years..”

“AND LONG may it continue….Bill…’re a loyal servant and I hope you and the fish are here for many more years…”

“Yes. I hope so too.”

“Oh…there is one thing Bill….”


“I’m draining the fucking tanks on Sunday, and sacking you on Monday…”


“YOUR FACE! Now FUCK off and enjoy your last two days! BECAUSE IT’S JOB CENTRE TIME NEXT WEEK! And i’ll let you take some of these incredibly rare fish home to fucking stuff yer face with…i bagsy the dolphin…..”

“Oh my god.”


About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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