The other day a few of our commenters noticed that Angela seemed to be having a very bad day: she claimed one of her neighbours in Oldcastle had posted something derogatory about her on Facebook. Angie’s response? Why, blackmail of course!
We thought perhaps she was just missing Q*Bert and Jake that day, but a few days later, she did a repeat performance:
This time, it was the town’s barber who done her dirty, talking trash about her to his customers (or so she alleges—we’ve learned from sad experience never to take Angie at her word). Her response: “Is that cos of the infidelity questions or the sex offender on the local team I discussed with you?”
We hope the barber and Angie’s neighbour don’t take her viper’s tongue too seriously. After all, she’s under a great deal of stress lately, what with the Gardai asking all sorts of uncomfortable questions and forcing her to account for her unorthodox bookkeeping practices and so on.
So we expect it’s all just a bit much to find that her own townspeople are saying unkind things about her.
After all, Angie would never in a million years dream of saying anything unfounded or untrue about another person…unless that person’s initials were RD, or they happened to live in Hampstead, that is.
Oh, and don’t forget about her father and mother and siblings, all of whom have come in for some very public Angie tongue-lashings.
Actually, perhaps it’s not terribly surprising that Angie’s not well-liked in her home town: she seems to waste no chance to bad-mouth anyone she pleases, and never misses an opportunity to explain out of one side of her mouth just how pious and holy she is, whilst spewing bitter venom out the other side.
But never mind. Angie is pretty sure God is on her side, and will be showing up at any minute to save her from all those mean-spirited people who don’t understand what a fine upstanding person she really is: