Good nom, I despise meetings, especially as half the time a phone conversation would suffice, but cunts who are late demonstrate a discourtesy that makes me want to kill. If I have travelled half way accross London to a meeting I expect the cunt who called it to be on time. The disorganised cunts always shrug and offer a insincere apology as an after thought. These time bandit cunts should be strapped down and made to look at pictures of roops until their eyes bleed.