1, me and Red go back on this thread a while, he knows I'm joking. You, on the other hand, are too dim to see that. 2, I didn't blow a gasket, I said it was a cliche. Which it is, as somone with your limited intelligence is only capable of spouting. 3, It's you're, not your. And I'm not, I just happen to live here. I came here to go to college, you know, where people go for an education? Then again, why would you know that? I liked it here so I stayed but I am from Manchester and I know it, as does everyone else on this thread. Horrible little place called Eccles as it goes, about a mile from Old Trafford, feel free to google it. But I'm really a plastic so you cliche away, it's all that you have.
OK mate i get it. your a born and bred manc ! you drink boddigntons for breakfast, eccles cakes are your favorite food & coronation street is your favorite TV programme...sheesh ! the lady doth protest too much me thinks !
Yep twas I! A gobbling 12 year old bugger sent to a Liverpool borstal from a leafy suburb of Esher in Surrey. My only crimes being guilty of requesting crustaceans on the school menu, and not being able to point out where Manchester is on a map. Yes 1992 was a tough year for me.
I can just picture you now in a weatherspoons somewhere in swansea leaning over a fellow welsh manc´s (or wanc as i´ll call you from now on) shoulder while screaming abuse at the TV "actually i think you´ll find its you ARE a ****er, not your a ****er". Life and soul you mate ! life and soul.
Ah yes, that's me. What can I say, you've fully proved today what a hoot you would be in the pub with your rapier wit and intelect.
