I appear unable to actually do any 'work' today.

[Pat Vegas]

[Berni]

I've been off nearly three weeks. I reckon I've done well to get in and remember all my passwords. Expecting actual work as well is ludicrous.

[Pat Vegas]

[Rich]

simply lay there, getting more irate with my body as time went on.

I remember looking at the clock at 5am this morning and thinking there was no point sleeping by then. Then my alarm went off.

Balls.

[Pat Vegas]

it's bloody annoying.

[Berni]

'Sorry, I would have done that, but I was helping young whatsistits here find the lavatory/kettle/work the phone' sort of thing?

Makes you look like a team-playing mentor type while relieving you of the necessity of actually working.

[Pat Vegas]

'do you smoke?' no.
'Well don't worry I will show you the smoking area anyway'


And whilst we are at it the fire meeting point.

[Berni]

How can one expect to get a good night's sleep with just a thimbleful of wine in one?

Honestly, r. As a medico you ought to know better.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

cheek, and a bottom like a peach?

[Pat Vegas]

he's from Iran.