• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 10


You know what? No. No. You know what? You can just stuff it. No. No I don’t care. No. I’ve had it, had enough. Enough of you and enough of you. And especially enough of you. No. No I won’t sit down. No. I’ve held my tongue long enough now. No you fucking shut up. I’m out. I’m out of here. I’m out from under the fucking thumb of you lot. No. I see it. I see exactly what you’re trying to do. I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what you want and I know you’ve been after it for months. You think I’m blind? You actually think I’m blind enough that I wouldn’t see. You really think you could go on with all this bullshit, drag everyone out here, drag me out here, lock us away from, from everything, all to just sit back and do exactly what you want and I wouldn’t see it? No. This morning was the last fucking straw. I know exactly what you did. I could hear it. A fucking idiot could hear it. You had me in there working all yesterday trying to make sense of that gibberish you keep shouting in my ear, put some shape on that pile of rubbish you think means something, leave me sweating in that fucking box all day then come along and dump the lot of it and come up with this, this, this shite, and you think I wouldn’t spot it? You really do take me for an idiot. Yes, you. The lot of you. You all think I’m just here to make up the numbers.



You think you can just walk all over me and I won’t notice a thing. Poor, stupid old me. The runt of the fucking litter. Sitting back not paying the blindest bit of attention and you can just go and do whatever you want. Well. You know what? If that’s what you wanted you could have just left me back home. I wouldn’t have minded. You know I didn’t want to come out here in the first place. You know I wanted to go to that last place. That was fine. That was good. We got some bloody good work done there, but no. No. You wanted the big fucking gesture. You wanted to make the grand fucking statement and drag the lot of us out here to this, this, this fucking oven. You had to bring everyone out here for this. Well you’ve got your grand fucking statement now, haven’t you, haven’t you?

Actually, you know what?

I don’t care. I really don’t care anymore. I can spend my time trying to explain just what a shower of cunts you all are, but you know what, I don’t care, I really don’t care anymore. I don’t care what you do, I don’t care who you get in instead of me or who does what, I don’t care.

Fuck it, I’m going home.