Postscript
The Boss: How It Ends
As you know, I get on well with James – he’s a top bloke, and I love Amy too, she’s great.
In the words of Mr Bennett, or nearly, ‘I could not have parted with him to anyone less worthy.’ And no, that’s not a shower thought of mine.
That’s all Jane Austen’s own work. So yeah, Amy’s cool, and I completely get behind everything she just said.
And I’m not trying to pull rank on her, but I really wanted to add just a couple of words of my own.
So here are the absolutely final last words… for now.
Ten Commandments for the Twenty-first Century:
Thou shalt not cycle on the roads when there are big lorries around.
Thou shalt not text when driving (I mean, why on earth would you? Nothing’s that urgent).
Thou shalt not pretend opinions are facts.
Thou shalt not Tweet or X (or whatever the latest is) death threats just because you disagree with someone. It’s not nice. (And don’t post them on Fakebook either – I’m watching you! Yes you, with the made-up account names.)
Thou shalt not commit acts of terrorism. Just be nice to each other, it’s not that hard (see reference to neighbours in previous set of commandments).
Thou shalt not curse cyclists – some of them are good people. Now, caravan owners on the other hand… (Okay, sorry, Gabe says not to get started on caravan owners…)
Thou shalt not listen to your tunes so loudly that everyone else can hear – do the rest of the world a favour and get some noise-cancelling headphones.
Thou shalt not be cruel to animals – they have just as much right to be on Earth as you do. I should know, I put them there.
Thou shalt not rustle popcorn in the quiet, emotional scenes at the movies.
Thou shalt not drop litter. Just don’t do it! Find a bloody bin! (Sorry, but I really mean it – I made you a lovely place to live, so don’t ruin it.)*
*(Commandment to self: must cut down on the swearing – it upsets Gabe.)