Paging Blaney

He's more Irish than I.

 

I'm not a fucking nerd, you know. It's not Agent, so I don't know how
to work it. I don't really know how to work Agent, thinking about it.

Tell her I still want to **** her. I've been busy, that's all. I'm
back in Kuwait, as a matter of fact, which sucks because it's really
sodding hot.

I was below theirs to begin with, I think.

 

Told her... she's in denial. I'll work on her for you.

Anyway could you at least fucking email us, text or MSN us you ****?
The kids are asking after you... and I spose I care a bit too...

... as for the missus, she frothing at the gash for you so visit soon.
[she'll hate me for that... even more]

 

You're a gent.

Yeah, I've been shit recently.

My personal PC is fucked - something came loose in the move, and I'm
now so un-technical that I can't even fix it. So I don't have my email
archive, address book...

I've got 24 hours in England on the way back. I've got a 911 to use,
but despite that I won't have time to do all I'd like.

Nice decoy tactic, mate, appreciate it.

 

It's been 36C in blighty today, how much hotter it it in towel land?

 

An additional 14C

And no beer.

 

Fucksocks chief, that's harsh.

<sips on a chimay>

 

<Proffers glass>