Bonsoir. That is your actual… okay I’ll just get on with it. Tempers are understandably fraying by the hour. If not by the bleedin’ minute.
It’s pretty bloody clear that this guy is shaping up to be the last guy we take to our hearts. Unassuming, diligent all that jazz but in the final analysis he was a wrong’en.
Vote. Get it off your chests. I would.