"Dear, dear, Nicola...
I've never worked for anyone TRICKIER...
Or as nice
Or as obsessed with VICE...
We've had our ups, our downs...
And I have played the clown...
But that's in the past.
Since you unceremoniously fired my talented Irish ass...
BUT I AM NOT BITTER!!!
Or a QUITTER!!!
So I wish MY BOSS a happy birthday
In the hope that I will be re-instated some day."
xx SF
Nicola: "Shit poem and it'll never happen. You HATED being a mod anyway..."
Me: "Yeah, I know..."
Nicola: "Actually... YOU WERE SO SHIT!!! YOU MADE PEOPLE CRY!!! You're the WORST I ever had!!! People LEFT THE FUCKING SITE because of you!!! I'm STILL getting calls from lawyers!!!"
Me: "Look, I just wanted to say happy birthday YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Nicola: "Relax. I'll wish YOU a happy birthday in August..."
Me: "My birthday is in October..."
Nicola: "Oh? Is it... Hang on, I gotta take this call..."
xx SF