before you go accusing your ACTUAL entourage, i will come clean and confess that was my wording,and i apologise for that, the person actually claims he has a drink with you post match, so you need to cast your net a little wider than you originally planned.
Don’t start back-tracking now, just because you realise that you and your big childish loud mouth has potentially dropped you in it with someone who sent you what they presumably thought was a confidential message.
I know for a fact it wasn’t one of my ACTUAL entourage, as you put it. Not sure what kind of ‘mates’ you have but I never thought for one minute it was one of them, to be fair. By the way, that’s another group of people you’ve managed to get laughing at you this afternoon.
Your confidant (well, presumably now ex-confidant) will no doubt be pleased to know that we have now narrowed it down to just three possibilities based on the information you kindly provided. That’s three possibilities, but possibly only two families involved though.
But, as they are not really ‘mates’, their opinion, much like yours, counts for nothing.[/quote]
they are not laughing half as much as me at your discomfort in knowing that that someone you actually have a drink with thinks you are both pompous and arrogant, nothing wrong with that as we all have opinions both positive and negative on people we socialise with, but the fact they are prepared to share their thoughts with me a complete stranger speaks volumes.
I dont give a flying fig about betraying someones confidence, and I am not back tracking, if they are prepared to send me a PM they should expect the consequences, in fact if you ask me I will tell you who it was or even forward you the PM, I dont know them and its no skin off my nose.[/quote]
Well, what a nice fellow you are, aren’t you? No thanks, not remotely interested in seeing the PM (you know the P stands for private, don’t you?) because as we have established it’s not one of my mates or z member of my family, I really don’t give a flyer.
Me feeling some discomfort? Surely, as a pompous arrogant prick, I would feel no discomfort whatsoever?
