Thursday, 12 April 2012

Happy Hour

Oh dear mother of God, what has happened to my local?

Wick futs to the left of me; Fit wucks to the right of me; pub bores everywhere and some middle class tossers who think their every word is a witticism worthy of Oscar sodding Wilde behind me.


Things can only get better.


Oh sod it lets have a Genesis/Phil Collins cover by somebody I can't for the life of me remember That's All

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