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ED

From: Ed Minkley <edminkley@gmail.com>

Date: Monday, 16 February

To: Covington Green <>greenworldcov@gmail.com>

Subject: Dodgy

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Cov,

Here he is, Charles himself. I feel awful but I had a quick look at Sam’s account when she left her laptop lying around. If this comes back to bite me on the bum, it’ll all be your fault! So the competition . . . must be from a nice resort somewhere hot. See how the dapper mug’s eyes are slightly hooded, as if he is so relaxed he can barely open them. Don’t tell me, you’ve probably been to the same resort, you preppy bastard. Of course occupying the moral high ground means I wouldn’t ever consider visiting such a place. I know – they’re probably fantastic. Yada yada. There were loads of pics of him with the same leggy blonde thing, probably the girlfriend. I just don’t get it – this is who Sam is chasing? There were loads of other pics – of Charlie on boats, on waterskis, drunk Charlie, Charlie with a series of ladies who all look the same. All meaningless bullshit – playboys and empty-headed women having their jollies, completely oblivious to how the real world lives, their lifestyles revolving around having fun, fun and more fun. Fuck, they looked like they were having a bloody good time doing it! Can’t they look miserable now and then? Just for my sake?

Anyway, when I was on his page I saw his party invite and a list of people going to it. There was Sam. Seeing her name there made me feel like shit. I wished it was my party she was coming to. Get the violins out, mate!

But back to business – I’ve made a note of the place and time of the party and also the name of Charlie’s work . . .

You are making me feel extremely dodgy, mate. For a guy who likes saving the planet, you sure lack moral fibre.

Ed