Sinister: I'm Not. Fucking. Twee.

[Earl Sheridan d'Orange III]

...and I can prove it. I was getting on a bus the other day, grasping 
a tenner in a warm hand.
'Ain't got change of a tenner, mate. You'll have to go in the shop,' 
the less-than-cheery driver indicated by grunting 'Nah' and poking a 
simian fist in the direction of the local newsagent.
'I've *been* in the shop,' I said, patiently, but with a hint of dark 
menace in my voice, 'and they haven't *got* change.'
The evolutionary throwback at the wheel waved a podgy appendage at a 
neighbouring establishment, as if to suggest I spend the rest of my 
days travelling from shop to shop in the vague hope of splitting this 
monstrous denomination.
I cracked.
'Look,' I said firmly, 'I'm just going to get on.' and with that I 
marched the length of the bus and plonked a pair of righteous 
buttocks into a window seat.
'Eeerh! Naaah!' roared the Neanderthal indignantly.
I sat my ground.
The tension mounted. A pair of grannies, narked, no doubt, by the 
driver's pig-headedness, disembarked to continue their journey on 
foot. Juddering, the engine spluttered and died.
I stormed up to the aisle. 'It's *legal* fucking *TENDER*,' I 
thundered, waving the tenner angrily in that fuckwit's mouch. 'Now 
DRIVE!'
Unmoved, he folded his arms and prepared to sit it out. But it was 
not to be. A charming lady member of the proletariat, resplendent in 
cheap H Samuel merchandise - her ear was clanging like cutlery in a 
sack - came to my aid.
Was it right, I asked myself, to allow so obviously impoverished a 
specimen pay my seventy pence toll?
Of course it fucking was. This is life and I'm playing hardball.

On a belle and sebbie related note, I think I speak for us all when I 
point out that Isabelle has a whiney, annoying, cloyingly twee voice 
and an arse the size of a small Eastern European nation.

She can shove her family tree.

Earl Sheridan d'Orange III

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Buckingham Court
London W1A 3ST

Private Secretary Mr C. Hawkes KBE

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telephone number is no excuse. Stand up straight and take your hands 
out of your pockets. God, you people make me sick.
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