\”So,\” he said. \”ib, you crazy f@cker; you\’re missing out on the human interest angle, here!\”
He smiled thinly, and swirled the brandy around in the ridiculous goldfish bowl which served as his glass. He was an ugly little bastard but clearly fancied himself as dapper.
\”Three posts now, unless I\’m mistaken, and the content has been… What ? Minerals and dust. A f@cking hole in a plasterboard wall!\”
The tight smile widened slightly, and he leaned away from the manicured desk to pull deeply on a clipped cigar. He exhaled for effect. I should have argued, but I was stoned. A perfect smoke circle rose up in the direction of the ceiling like an expanding fat blue zero. Nothing.
\”What sells is the human interest factor,\” he said. Trying not to cough. \”People, boy, people; and if you want to get arty once in a while, try some pussy. Sex sells, too\”.
I looked at him and nodded. Like a small green tree frog. All bulging eye but not too slick. Just coated in perspiration.