I don’t fucking think so pal. The old bats been pestering me for years about becoming a mod (a fucking good one mind) but this would require reading every bastard word of her inane conversations (arguments) with the deranged ulster cunt. After that shite, I’d then have to put aside 3 hours a day to read pens binge posting about her stupid fucking eyes, lack of children and massive cock.
Come to think of it, it’s all yours.
As for old misery guts blue tit picture metaphor (it’s eating the pollen on those willow buds, an important food source this time of year), I guess the pennies finally dropped and she’s realised life is for living and appreciating, not trying in vain to referee a bunch of fuckwits. She’ll be missed.