Was a fucken cert that, absolute cert.
Breaks my heart to put an X next to Howarth's name, that c*nt was as bad as Straw over Hillsborough, given his constituency.
Five more years of it and, to be honest, probably a lifetime more, it doesn't bear thinking about. Then there's those pricks who'll be poncing round Stamford Bridge Sunday, revelling in it. Really does not bear thinking about.
Best make it a big carry out
I missed that post. I know Howarth. By know him, I mean I've had a pint with him in the Legion, The LegIron as me aul fella used to call it. He got me and me Father into PM's questions, donkies back, when Thatcher was at/off her box. Mad couple of days with me Da in London. So, it's a shame to read that. But then, there's barely any of them in it for the right reasons... I'm alright Jack.
I am an all. Had the biopsy done yesterday, still alive. Weirdest thing I've ever been through. I was awake, fuck me it hurt, and the doctors rabbiting on at me... Okay, big breath now, I'm in your liver, just going to take a little pinch. Felt like I was on Star Wars, loads of machines round me, proper sci-fi gear. But I tell yer, god bless that NHS. Lovely people, and no pain now, whatsoever. I've got every confidence in them sorting me out. Thank fuck I never went back the States. I'd be in the bin now.
Right then, thanks for all the well wishes. But fuck that now, no more whinging, onwards and upwards.