I don’t doubt for a moment that these ‘Lambrini’’ swilling vermin who congest our streets and obstruct our inner ear are a product of the Noughties (Millennium turnover). They make the declaration with grand exertion why crawling the tiles of Southend high street- ‘We’re the Naughty Noughties’’- no, you’re the acrid slags whose thighs leave dents on my mind. I see your face and I want to separate your neck from your head. That way, the body will die. ‘Having a laugh?’’ Clackers! That’s a stock phrase utilized to wean your way out of any tawdry situation. ‘
Cum in your eye? ‘I was having a laugh!’’
Rum in your knickers? ‘A’vin a laugh!’’
Fist in your dark brown? ‘Laugh!’’
Seriously, this era is shit.