Jesus Christ, the Queen’s coming.
[Edit: I've just had so suffer the VC and his slimy cohorts pacing out my work area, defining-literally to the centimetre-where they need to stand/turn/gaze/point in order to optimise photo opportunities. I feel dirty.]
Have you rigged any booby traps for when she walks into the sorter room?
Exploding book sort of thing?
Apparently the police will be extensively sweeping the building from 5am that day, so I’m biding my time.
Nice of them to clean up your workplace for you.
How about a whoopee cushion? The old ones are the best ones…
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