It’s a Client’s World

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Mar 082007
 

I bumped into my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian, today.

Well Gonad, I said. What are you doing to celebrate International Women’s Day?

Doing? he replied, What am I doing? If you have to ask, there’s no point, is there?

Eh? What’s that you say, Gonad?

You shouldn’t need to ask!

What the fuck are you on about? I said.

Oh, that’s lovely, he said. That’s a nice way to talk to me.

I was baffled. What’s wrong with you?

Nothing! he whispered, brushing away a tear and pushing his hair back.

Gonad, I said. This isn’t like you.

He rounded on me with his eyes flashing fire. What the hell would you know about me? I might as well be fucking invisible. All you care about is me slaving away in my office, issuing writs and suing the ass off media moguls for you. But you never see the real me. The real Gonad behind this suit. I’m just another piece of brief to you, aren’t I? Admit it.

I was staggered. Good Lord, Gonad. I had no idea.

No, he spat. You didn’t, did you? No idea what I go through. Oh, it’s all right for you. You don’t have to get up in the morning and wonder if last night’s wig and gown will still fit you. You’re not seized by sudden inexplicable mood swings. Oh no. Not you. Typical client. Fucking clients are all the same. I’m finished with them. Fucking clients!

Gonad, I said.

There was a long silence as he stared into the distance, a small tear running down his cheek, his lip trembling.

Gonad, I repeated.

He sniffled. What?

Look, Gonad. Let’s go someplace warm where we can talk this over.

He sniffled again and nodded.

Tell you what, I suggested breezily. Why don’t we go to that new Café, what’s it called?

A little smile crept across Gonad’s tear-stained face.

Planet Chocolate, he said.

That’s right, I said. Let’s go to Planet Chocolate and we can get an extra-large choco-choc-chocburger with chocolate topping and a chocolate-sauce frappachocaccino.

That’ll be grand, said Gonad. And then we’ll have a few pints. Did you see the match?

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  1.  

    I hope you get it sorted out, but remember, at certain times of the month too much refined carbohydrate can cause shocking bloating.

    Tomorrow, when he’s full of regret about the chocolate, be especially solicitous in assuring Gonad that no, his bum doesn’t look big in that, and the whole idea that his thighs are chunky is utterly laughable. (Laugh here to show just how utterly laughable it is.)

    Wait ’til he asks you first, of course, or you’ll get a punch in the nose.

  2.  

    Gonad the Ballbearian?

    Please don’t tell me your doctor has the name Mike Hunt.

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    Thanks for the advice Sam. I suppose that means I shouldn’t have said he has the legs of a centre-forward – right?

    Dario: alas, my poor doctor’s first name is Yorick.

  4.  

    Ummm…I’m confused….and that’s saying something.

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