Flying Bastards!

Bloody flies, not necessarily the same ones, be patient, have been buzzing around my office for a couple of weeks now. Hopefully it's not me they're flocking round or, God forbid, issuing from, but they are driving me fucking mad.

Now I've taken to shooting them with GPO (or whatever they're called now) rubber bands, which whilst highly enjoyable makes me feel more than a little guilty, especially the stage before the 'stamping them into the carpet' stage, which I'll refer to as the 'rolling around on the desk wiggling their ankles' stage.

I even open the window for them to piss off out of, but I think that just lets more of the bastards in.