T-Minus 2 hours until i go too O'Hagans and get pantst on Guinness for the rest of the day. I have my drinking belt on and im ready for a whole lot of cursing and spit balling. If you have trouble finding me I'm the guy in the blue shirt with the big grin on his face.If you do find me, come ask me what i used to do for a crust. I'm no longer contractually obliged to keep secrets. Boo ya!
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an if i dont findya im in the feckin wrong country, innit?
Maybe im in the wrong country! Wanna swap?
You wouldnae wanna live in this stalinist state. I'm outta here soon hopefully. Aff tae the land o' the free. Wheer one can light a fire in the laybys. Wheer one can have some craic with the locals. Wheer one can still smoke a fag in the local bar.
Thats right, the bar in the house of commons, London.
SHIT! they whidnae let me park ma caravan up on that they square. the daft conts.
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