I thought it was a fucking circus tent - because last weekend I called in and the freak show was in full swing.
The bar was propped up by some flowery Jason King tribute act who was lending his Wickham Fayre badger-baiting flatcap to some tasty cockney dog-fight-organising hardman out of The Sweeney - then him and his firm went strutting up Bevois Valley looking for trouble, and commercial decorating contracts.
The hour I spent in that chocolate-free shithole was as much fun as being stuck in a piss-riddled lift with Barry and Pap on transfer deadline day - the former would be busily writing depressing hate songs about potential new signings of a club he clearly doesn’t support, while the latter just loves the fact that you fuckers have had no chance to upvote me for a month or two.
More to the point, is Glasgow_Saint going to disagree with New York Saint on anything, and will they have big arguments about these things? Are we about to hear the sound of one hand clapping?
Three and four are what heart breaking cunts like H do.
Well one day I won’t be there. I’m sick of your flirting with Always. I still have some self respect left. You have never been the same since Turkish the Les lover did one. Things changed and I could tell it wasn’t to be But I kept trying, much in vain. I still felt the odd connection and hoped that you would notice. Anyway I came here and found the support from sisters and brothers that I needed and deserved. Don’t think you can make everything alright just by turning up.