2020 is off to a great start with a bunch of dickheads shooting fireworks off next door. The dog is running around like a mentalist and the 5 (presumably) fat birds in next doors garden are whooping like simpletons who have never seen a ****ing firework before.
Craig ****ing David. How the **** did he get that gig? He's been a has-been for twenty years ffs! It's as dull as ****.
Oi oi - don't you diss my home-boy. Any artist who wears a Saints shirt onstage at the Royal Albert Hall is okay with me.
Don't think I've ever listened to one of his songs all the way through. Doubt I ever will now. But that's not the point; he's from an estate in Southampton, and despite mostly living in La La Land these days, he appears never to have forgotten his deeply unfashionable roots.
