Hammer of Cunts

Too Old to Rock and Roll.

Middle Leg Before Wicket.

Especially with the extra ventilation when the back window falls out.

Anyone tried an Austin Gypsy?

Fair play, they were brilliant but utterly pointless; old ladies used them for shopping and stuff.

90s were ok but slow, draughty and uncomfortable. Discos were bearable too. I used to trade-plate them around the country. It was quite rare to get one back with an intact transmission, I always took food and drink and something to read. I am familiar with many lay-bys. They also came with a bewildering selection of anti-theft devices which caused embarrassment at fuel stations. The turbo lag was bad enough to be dangerous. I once got lost while driving a Disco, pulling a trailer with another one on. I did a three-point turn on the well-kept (but wet) green in a vilage in Cheshire. I wonder if Punkape had to fill in the ruts.

Anything made by Range Rover (or whatever their current corporate moniker) is designed for silly women with gilets and yoga mats. If there's no tow-bar then they are driven by posing wankers. It can be quite fun watching them reverse in the lanes. The same goes for those pricks with old S1 and 2 LRs who call them "landies". People wno actually need 4WD use a Japanese pickup, they're cheaper and more reliable, BTW What happened about that silly bitch who squashed the kids in London recently?

Someone's dropped a clanger there.

Imagine the fuss if he'd pinched her arse.

Well, obviously not. Blokes don't kiss other blokes, that would just be revolting. If the manager (or whatever he was) had been a woman, it would have been a perfectly natural thing to do.

Having won their "World Cup", the Spanish Wimmins have realised that they can prolong their moment of media-confected fame by getting over excited about some bloke kissing one of them. This is, apparently, important enough to knock real news off the front of the papers for another week.

Is that a place or some kind of STD?

360 quid for a flat? Is it in Bolton?

There's more? Christ! I lost interest after the first couple of lines.

Well don't fucking listen then. Read a book about punctuation, you may learn something.

Oh for fuck's sake! I thought this arsehole had gone for good.

So far as these things go, he is, at least a proper king, not an imaginary one.

I think "I can't breathe" is the new catchphrase, it's very effective when shouted at the top of ones voice.

Fun though.

I went there a couple of times, years ago. It's always sad when a pub disappears, although I'm never sorry to see the end of a tourist attraction. What is rather disturbing is the extension of mawkish and childish wreath laying to the commemoration of inanimate objects: I don't think I'd want to use a pub filled with the kind of simpletons that do this stuff.

I've just Googled this woman and have now seen enough pink to last me for the rest of the year.

Thanks. Is there some reason to give a fuck about him?

Life's too short for that. How about a few sentences summing up his views.

At least I don't have to pay them.

Perhaps you could precis some of his work to show why this is relevant.