The Manager

Richard was a cubist painting on legs, dark-suited in all weathers, slicked back and moustachioed. Unlike his fellow male managers, who advertised their wild individual personalities with a coloured tie each, he preferred to cultivate a full set of John Bull mutton chops, leading to his affectionate nick name – merkins. He was quite personable off duty, but a notorious pigeon-brained bureaucrat on the unit, bobbing and weaving his way through the working day like an old sparring partner on autopilot, but never quite nimble enough to dodge the fatal uppercut. To everyone’s ill-concealed amusement, his habitual failsafe expression was always “don’t worry, I’ve got it in hand”.
It was an obvious Freudian confession…


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