Ess Tee Eff You!

Today at work, there was this guy with a really strange, squeeky kind of voice, and he talked incessantly. He talked and he talked and he talked and he .. well, you get the point. At first this was amusing, and nothing more, but as time slowly but gradually progressed, his voice became the knife running across the chalkboard of my brain; his voice became Moriarty to my mind's Sherlock, Moby Dick to my mind's Ahab, Skeletor to my mind's Heman.

Each and every time he came near me, I just wanted to grab hold of him, give him a good shake, and scream: "By God, man, don't you realise you have a silly voice?! You sound ridiculous! I mean, listen to yourself, you sound like a fucking muppet!"

But I never did. And you know why? You know why?

Because I'm a nice guy, that's why, dammit!

Cheers