Hiya Folks, I had to come back to say this... poor aul Stephen Hawking, eh. What a fella. Shame he didn't get to wipe the floor with that lying bastard, Jeremy C*nt. I did get to say hello to him, though.
I think I told the story in here before. But I might tell it in the book. And that's why, I'm having to redo lots of what I've already done.
I was in Santa Barbara. I seen a Dalek like thing, in the dark, all lit up, surrounded by people and coming towards me. It was Hawking and his minders. I asked could I say hello?
The minder, a posh kid about 20, said, I'm sorry, he's very tired. They went on rolling. The kid turned back, told me, "these yanks have got him knackered. He's a bit grumpy. But he'd probably enjoy saying hello."
Straight up, I went over, said, Hello Professor Hawking, what a privilege to meet you.
He said, "Hello Scouser," out his gizmo, smiled, winked, rolled on.
Made up with him, I'll never forget it. Jeremy C*nt has just been in America. He was given a prize by some Yankee Patients Safety Organisation.
Check it out. The organisation is a moody front for "Big Pharma." Hunt also went round giving speeches, talking of the "close and special relationship of UK and US health "industries.""
It's said, Hunt even organised the prize himself. No mainstream media reported it. But of course, if you some fucker with a Scouse or working class accent says it, they're cracked conspiracy theorist spreading fake news.
Of course, we all must back Mrs. May and her government in these difficult times. Anything less would be unpatriotic treachery. And I'm honestly, sick and tired of the whole shebang. Can't wait to get it all off my chest and start just watching footy and bands, again.
I can't even tell people like you's in here, without someone telling me I'm wrong. Go tell it to my liver. I won't ever be having another pint at the match. And I know exactly why and who did it. And if a mug like me knows, believe me, the fucker's that hid and buried it do, an all.
The Great British Patriots, selling off the family silver, poisoning thousands, calling anybody that fights back a traitor. Fuck them. They'll have to shoot me to shut me up. But I promise, once I'm done, I won't be nagging anyone about it, any more. It's been really horrible. But I'm out of it, now.
So, just bought a ticket to see Van Morrison at the Pier Head in July. Good day out with old friends, if anybody here is going, let me know. Be nice to say hello in the flesh, as they say. But see you back in here soon, anyway. Keep well. I really do have to shut up and just get this done now.
