Disgusting. Appalling farking behaviour. Took me the best part of half a pint of Glenmorangie (Port Wood Finish) to craft a mint fuckin' application letter and Holster doesn't even do me the courtesy of a rejection letter before appointing some fat Aucklander and a one-day cricketer more famous for the try he botched than any he scored.

Luckily for Harbour, I didn't want the job anyway. It's easier to sit on my lardy arse and hurl abuse, which I'll do in fuckin' spades if they turn out to be shit again.

Happy summer.