Nottingham's biggest potty mouth and historical badman tells us what's been gerrin' his goat...
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken. But when man travels in a car, he turns into an absolute gibbon; especially at a zebra crossing. Black and white stripes in a road are basic semiotics. It means, pull your mechanical horse to a halt when I’m about to cross. Not lob a can of Pepsi at my head. Not flip me the bird. Not shout “I banged your mam last night, she’s well dotteh.” I am not the enemy, that’s your destination. For the record, my mam is not dotteh. She is wonderful, and I love her. You ‘orrible, useless b*stards. I hope the clutch goes on your car because these are very expensive to replace. Ahhh!
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