Well well well, on 24/7 Kloppwatch, gnashers 2 has gone crown green bowling, loves living in Formby as his dog adores the beach, and most importantly his best part of the week is going for a few pints in the freshfield pub on a Sunday afternoon.
Nice one you utter weapon, hope your looking forward to this afternoon and every subsequent day when you enter the pub only to be met with 500 ageing sweaty full kit [Poor language removed] trying to get a selfie with you and imagining that there going to be your new best friend ever. The place will be rocking with nervous fat biff virgins clinging to a diet coke as they've never had a beer in there life, yet have got a gut trying to escape their xxxxl replica top like a 70's teenager trying to get out of Jimmy Savilles top of the pops boudoir, as the fat skunks anxiously scan the door for herr turd-teeth to enter. After all its not like kopites to do understated stuff, welcome to your nightmare hess, it'll never end x