“I’m Boris.” Call Centre Tony said.
“Really? You got the job?” I was shocked, stunned and a bit jealous all at the same moment.
He had applied for a job in credit control. The Call Centre has taken on some collections work and it is expanding. Tony said that The Catalogue That Cannot Be Named was one of the main clients. I had an image of Tony repossessing kettles that sing chart hits while they boil.
“So lets go for a nose bag. I am completely Hank. Sod the Brixton. If you’ve got some Pat we’ll have some jockeys and beans. My treat.” Tony said.
I’m going to miss Tony; he speaks my language.
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