A depressing encounter with Mr Big

I’m deliberating, after a depressingly awful meeting with Big last night, whether or not I should send him this e-card, while making it clear – of course – that it is a joke. Perhaps I could combine it with a ‘I’m heartily sick of this’ message. Maybe that would make it clearer. And to whoever it is that keeps finding this site by typing in my name into Google can sod right off as well. It feels really creepy.