Dear god. I almost spat my coffee out during the first 1 minute or so, just laughing at the sad ****er. He appears to have a touch of tourettes (parents keep telling him to stop swearing), but I think it's more basic than that, as the daft twat can't even spell his own name, let alone relay his awesome Juan Mata joke. I'm just waiting for his mam to burst into the room whilst he's recording: 'Son, stop making a fool of yourself recording that drivel on your Dads phone and get yourself off to school. It's not nice for your mam to hear you being described as disabled or suffering from leukemia, because you come across as a complete bell end on these recordings. No more twitter, facebook and celebrity TV for you until you learn to communicate properly and pass at least 1 GCSE'. Daft twat.
All I've got to do is put a camera in front of me and talk about my favourite subject... what could go wrong? please log in to view this image
