Wednesday, January 21, 2004
A collection of shirts are produced and GEORGE looks at them. While he
is doing this SIMON briefs him.
Now, you'll like these. You really "dig" them.
They're "fab" and all the other pimply
I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead
Make a note of that word and give it to Susan.
I think it's rather touching really. Here's
this kid trying to give me his utterly
valueless opinion when I know for a fact within
four weeks he'll be suffering from a violent
inferiority complex and loss of status if he
isn't wearing one of these nasty things. Of
course they're grotty, you wretched nit, that's
why they were designed, but that's what you'll
But I won't.
You can be replaced you know, chicky baby.
I don't care.
And that pose is out too, Sunny Jim. The new
thing is to care passionately, and be right
wing. Anyway, you won't meet Susan if you don't
And who's this Susan when she's at home?
(playing his ace)
Only Susan Campey, our resident teenager.
You'll have to love her. She's your symbol.
Oh, you mean that posh bird who gets
I beg your pardon?
Oh, yes, the lads frequently gather round the
T.V. set to watch her for a giggle. Once we
even all sat down and wrote these letters
saying how gear she was and all that rubbish.
She's a trend setter. It's her profession!
She's a drag. A well-known drag. We turn the
sound down on her and say rude things.
Get him out of here!!
Have I said something amiss?
Get him out of here. He's knocking the
The underlings hustle GEORGE to the door.
Sorry about the shirts.
He is ejected through the door.
Get him out.
(he stops in mid-shout)
You don't think he's a new phenomenon, do you?
You mean an early clue to the new direction?
(rummaging in his desk)
Where's the calendar?
(he finds it)
No, he's just a trouble maker. The change isn't
due for three weeks. All the same, make a note
not to extend Susan's contract. Let's not take
any unnecessary chances!