“Hello [Angry's home town] police station.”

“Hello, I’d like to report a stalker please. And speak to someone about restraining orders.”

“Right, OK. And why is that?”

“Well, there is this bloke you see, and apparently he ‘loves’ me, but I’m not interested, honestly. I am one hundred and ten percent straight.”

“I’m sorry to ask, but is this a domestic issue?”

“Well no, not really, but other people have heard that he ‘loves’ me too, whatever that means. I have a lot of witnesses.”

“And what makes you so sure he is stalking you?”

“Well he’s always about, isn’t he. In fact, he’s here right now.”

“Right now?”

“Well, yes, I can’t see him like, but I am told that he is definitely here. Watching. All the fucking time with the incessant watching. I’ve had enough, I’m not interested, and it’s freaking me out. I want him kept away from me before it escalates any further.”

“OK Sir, I’ll need some details, what is this gentleman’s name?”

“Jesus. Jesus Christ.”