Frustrated Imbecile Spits it Out

In a moment of total frustration and (probably unjustified) indignation — Fuck you the bloody arrogant big-mouth wankers who feel (a) that the library is a good place to go and talk, and (b) that I, and anyone else (anyone else? Perhaps I'm alone up there!) who might want to work, is interested in hearing the unadulterated beauty of their words and the moranic content of their social-life and (God forbid) Physics 2007½

Soon, I suppose - it's the logical conclusion - anyone who wants to talk will go to the library, and if you want to work you'll have to go into the cafe. And then the Professorial Board will start complaining that staff have been finding cold, squashed chips, and bits of stringy crumbed chicken Maths and English assignments.

Well, stuff the lot of you. I'd like to use the library to work in, and not to listen to other people talk in. Go somewhere else.

Well perhaps, I guess, it's part of this disease that some of us have here....

....you can tell by such symtoms as "Wankers for Bills of Rights for Workers' hon. Lithgow etc to be written on genuine card board invitation Purex toilet rolls.

— and I wouldn't even wipe my arse with it.

I am etc..