Curses! Curses! Curses! Damn them all, worthless b*stards to a man!
What’s made me so unhappy now do you ask Diary? Well, it’s that smegging Bank of Scotland again, that’s what! There was me having a heap of fun dangling my shares in front of Flynn and Kinder, and pulling them away as they try to grab them, when suddenly WHAM! I get hit with a sequestration order! Can you believe that Diary? Can you? Can you?
Apparently some joker wants me to pay him, so because I stopped he goes and gets the courts involved. Hell, if I do get made bankrupt, that means those sods at Lionheart get me shares and the game’s over!! What am I going to do Diary? They’ll take away both my toadstools, my stripy deckchair AND my ‘rainy day’ lilleypad. I’ll be left with nothing!
Mind you, at least I’ll have stuck to my guns and not paid anyone for their services, so I guess I win after all! Mwaaa-hah-hah-hah-haaaaa!!! That’ll show them! Oh I wish I had two fingers cos I’d be sticking them up at that Gavin Masterson right now if I did! So I’ll just stick my tongue out instead.
YUM! Nice bluebottle.
Anyway, I fancy some new medals so I best go make some. I may even make a new friend too, but you still like me don’t you Diary? Don’t you eh? Tell me you do! Please.
Lots of love
D xxx