Bishop2

My second tentative venture in blogging. What has happened to the first god only knows, lost by my technological incompetence or deleted as abusive. Although anyone with even a passing aquaintance of the buffoon Bishop could only have applauded my restraint. With all the vast choice of subject matter available to me, with the expanse of all human emotions, problems, hopes and fears on which to expound only one subject occupies my mind; and that is Bishop. Gock eyed little geek. I swear I have no idea what goes on in Bishop's misshaped head. One can only assume that years of sci-fi fanaticism has finally taken its toll. Perhaps the odious aftershave that he coats his face in, and that wafts about his desk has finally corroded his brain. If I were to compile a dictionary, for my definition of the word pedantic I would simply write Bishop's name and then include his mobile number. For the word arse I would just put his web address. He has the social skills of a clay head. And now, as if it was not persecution enough to have to work in the same office as him, Crazy Horse has decided that we are to share a desk. I am heading to the nut ward for sure.