Actually I love drinking beer. Actually I love going to bars and pubs. Í do it all the time. But only with people I like. So, yes, I'll be going for a long run again tonight rather than coming out with you lot.
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Actually I'd love a beer. Actually I'd love to meet you in that bar at half-eight. But you will then spend the next two hours talking shop and bitching about things we cant change, and bitching about them (see above) and about things which, with the benefit of hindsight, we coulda/shoulda/woulda done differently last year, and winding yourself up, and after a year of providing coaching and mentoring to you for free, I'm done. So, yes, I'll be going for a long run again tonight, and then I'll read a book in my hotel room on my own, whilst listening to Radio Four, and maybe even do some work, rather than meeting you in the pub, because much as I like you, and I really do, YOU.ARE.EXHAUSTING.
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You don't like the numbers? They are not my numbers, I just report them. Sack me then, it would be a mercy. As day-to-day I feel like a dead man walking.
(It has been a trying month)