London Rules (Slough House, #5)

by Mick Herron

Shirley was heading back to Slough House for an afternoon of enforced inertia, after which she’d schlep on over to Shoreditch for the last of her AFMs … Eight months of anger fucking management sessions, and this evening she’d officially be declared anger free. It had been hinted she might even get a badge. That could be a problem – if anyone stuck a badge on her, they’d be carrying their teeth home in a hankie

Lol

‘Where was I? Oh yeah. Now, I’m a stickler for political correctness, as you know, but whoever decided we’re all equal needs punching.

‘You look like all your birthdays came at once.’ ‘I look happy to you?’ ‘No, old. Am I the only one round here speaks English?’

Laughed so much I nearly choked.