Xander had just finished his spliff when his phone went off. "Hello?... Hi, yeah I meant to... No, It's no' like that... No, I jus... But what abou... No I just... Don't do this to..." He suddenly began to shout<strong>"Well It's yer own bloody fault! I'm no' gonnae sit by and let ye blame me this time!  I'm sick of your shit, I cannae be fucked with ye right now!... No, YOU fucking listen, That happened a year ago an' yeh've never let me forget it!... Yeah? Well come on then! I'll fuckin' 'ave ye!"</strong>he then pocketed his phone feeling even worse about himself and wincing, unsafe in the knowledge that<em>someone</em>would have heard that little outburst.