More like, there’s a rat in mi bedroom!
My late grandad was a Salvation army man all of his adult life. As an organisation they do some tremendous work and because of their humility don't shout out about it. When you compare what they do to St Marcus brief flirtation with good causes it boils my piss to see how our media fawn all over that fraud!Salvation army are putting in a bid to buy it.
He's a 'celebrity' and the media likes 'celebrities', OBE's etc used to be to recognise people lke your late grandad, now they're mostly about 'celebrity' too, make a good living and see the world playing sports etc and you get 'honoured'. It's utter bollocks but sadly the way of our modern 'celebrity' obsessed world. I still struggle to believe how these 'influencers' manage to make a good living producing shit day in, day out too.My late grandad was a Salvation army man all of his adult life. As an organisation they do some tremendous work and because of their humility don't shout out about it. When you compare what they do to St Marcus brief flirtation with good causes it boils my piss to see how our media fawn all over that fraud!
On the first day of Christmas Scruffy Jim gave to me:
Thirteenth in the table
Twelve weeks of Ashworth
Eleven tonnes of spoiled meat
Ten corners turned
Nine managers since slurgie
Eight counts of battery
Seven roofs-a-leaking
Sixty thousand empty seats
Five points behind City!
Four thousand Norwich scarves
Three shipped to Bournemouth
Two stars for mouse shit
And a billion in debt and it's growing
Can you tell it's Christmas Eve, and I'm stuck at work and bored ;)Now THAT'S fuckin' festive fun mate :)