An interview with Alex

DWD has recently been leaked a number of emails from the half of the Leadership better known as Alex. Read on to further understand the man from a selection of his printable personal correspondence. Why this person chose to make the emails public is not yet known, but they certainly shed more light on the enigma of buttcrack that is Alex. All of these emails are available to read to prove that they are genuine.

Alex often has little clue what is going on. Here he tries to fathom out who is behind the new UN website:
i never said it was you doin the un,(He contradicts an earlier comment completely!) just a dwd operative, it's either you or john, and probably john, cos your so thick you cant even tie your shoelaces together, you thick It never actually occurred to Alex to think that it might in fact be the UN who were behind the UN website...


Alex has a serious paranoia attack: Pretending to be the UN is rubbish, and your the shadow

Alex outlines in detail the results of stress from being responsible for Dorkshire, and probably also from drinking too much cheap beer:
I can;'t remember waht i just did nevermind two minites ago.

Alex also sends frequent unsolicited e-mails to make himself look popular. These usually arrive on my desk thanks to him sending them to me, and to himself.
you suck big time, I am better, better than Godzilla even
Also:What ever your feeble little mind has come up with, it will not be anything as good as I can come up with, also my news is updated, and is better than yours.

Alex angrily responds to allegations of treachery within the leadership:
there is no anti-dorkshire movement within the leadership get that through your thick fucking head dumbo.

Alex does not think much of his subjects:
we talked to the un and they said that dorks were dispensible too, so there is no mass genocide dumbo. any way the un likes us.
This last is quite obviously a total fabrication.

This is probably the most damning indictment of Alex's loathing for his people:
Dorks are worthless, they know that, we know that.

And in a final letter to one of his most favoured advisors:
Im goin home, fuck you.

How lovely to see Alex observing etiquette for a change!