"You know, Roy old chap, and I do mean old. That little hot young thing in red over there is quite a bit tipsy. I think it is your chance tonight, because, frankly, she would not give a face-rubbing, um, gentleman like you a second look any other day. Why don't you ditch this run-of-the-mill madam here that just adores you and instead give the young lady a good time?"
Yes. I can friggin' blame him. For having no honor. No honor in trying to wear shoes that are too big. No honor in not admitting that he could not fill the shoes and walk away. No honor in trying to deflect responsibility by smearing everyone bar the tea lady (unless the tea lady is liverpool fan, then, yes, the tea lady as well).
Yes, I friggin blame him. For having no honor in taking the job, and trying to hang on to it by throwing everyone else under the bus. Did I just repeat myself? Let me add one more then, just to make it a little different: no honor in holding out for big undeserved pay off.