just looked out my window to see a load of pissed up throwbacks lowering the tone of the place. One of them was doing that stupid little gnomelike dance they all do, where do they learn that, is it genetic ? Quite rightly within fifteen seconds of him starting a police car drew up and he stopped, ten seconds or so is enough, after that the amusement factor ceases and is replaced with nasuea and disgust that these cretins made bail or whatever to compromise our optimum life experience :p

I was out seeing Bob Dylan last night and the place was 'hoaching' with pissed up male and female chavneds of all ages, is he King Of The Neds now or something ?