My World: There's a Judas in the camp

Judas:

There’s a Judas in the camp – and they are uncomfortably close to home.

They have started fighting for the enemy and are subsequently undermining our position   they must be dealt with.

Let me start from the beginning.

While at work yesterday I had a phone call from my girlfriend saying that she has subscribed for a rival local publication’s home delivery service.

Let’s just say, for the sake of this column, this rival publication was called ‘The Sky’.

So she called saying ‘a little old man knocked on the door and asked if I wanted to sign up, I felt sorry for him so I did.”

Yes you are reading this right, my girlfriend of almost six years signed up for a rival publication because she felt sorry for an old man who knocked on the door.

DOES SHE KNOW WHERE I WORK?

After explaining to her that she doesn’t really read newspapers and I can read it at work if I desired, so we had no need for the home delivery subscription, her reply was: “Well you can cancel it, so I look nice and you look nasty.”

Do you understand now what I’m living with? A top-notch Judas. Not only does she want to help out a rival but she also wants to come out of it looking like an angel.

When I asked her how old the man who came to the door was, I was expecting her to say somewhere between 70 and 80 – a proper little old man with a delivery bag over his shoulder.

Turns out he was in his forties! That is barely a ‘little old man’, is it?

On my arrival home from work, my first job was to cancel our ‘The Sky’ subscription and explain that I will not be boosting their sales figures any longer.

She found the whole debacle hilarious.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer...