You couldn't imagine my dismay last month when I received news that Bomber had repossessed his old motor-home (yes, the fucking council house was back on the road). It appears my lottery win was short lived and that I am destined to live out more trips to Europe in that shit-tip machine. It is my hope that it has finally stopped smelling of dog, old Chief's nicks and rotten chicken carcasses but hey, look what happened the last time I fuckin' wished for something.
Well my old Geordie maggot, if you do manage to read this post, let me print it out loud and clear for you:-
"I AM NOT LIVING ONE MORE FUCKING NIGHT IN THAT FUCKING SHIT-TIP YOU CALL A MOBILE HOME - IT'S A BOLLOCKS WAY OF LIVING, BEST KEPT FOR GYPSIES AND PICKEYS WHICH I CAN GLADLY SAY ARE NOT GROUPS I MAKE A HABIT OF RESIDING WITH - SO FUCK OFF!!!"
