This is THE ARENA you boring, pipe smoking, Match of the Day watching, flat cap admiring, overbiting, Fred Perry shopping, jerky breathing, gammon smoking slags with your bad weather and your ugly mars with weird accents sweeping the steps of their tiny wee smelling houses banging on about stupid people called ‘Sharon’ and ‘Nigel’ and whinging about absolutely everything wrong with you munty single eybrowed tracksuit wearing theives of children who hang around your derelict cities sucking on exhaust pipes and listening to Trap music and dying of old age at Fifty Seven or glassing each other for fun ‘darn pub’ while I dunno the single greatest dream of your entire filthy existence is being a bin man and trying to avoid getting the clap. From your Nanna.
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