I used to think most of you were alright, but ffs, you're a bunch of arseholes. Each and every one of you. Apart from edge.
It's quite disconcerting when yer going at her and that daft dug of hers is trying to sniff yer swinging bollocks.
At 14, I spent many a happy hour flicking through the pages of my mum's Freeman's catalogue. Such innocent times.