Kitty, if you need to talk out of your arse at someone? Then why are we not in a pub with a cluster fuck of people around us, so I can listen to you talk out of your arse and possibly fathom where giant bullets and Black Air are coming from?
Because, really, when I need to talk out of my bum to get things out, that's where I typically do it. Aided by my trusty side-kick, a few drinks.
Offer's open. You think it over. I know a neutral place like The Crown, in this area. If you're interested, let me know. If you're not, then I won't hear back from you, and that's that.