****ing unbelievable. I got to the Grange last night and the first **** I saw was that ****ing obscene ****er from Oldham who put total **** on the Cheese juke box, The last thing I said to him when leaving the Cheese last Sunday was "At least I don't have to look at your sorry ****ing excuse for a face again". ****'s haunting me
Surely it didn't require too much thought to realise that if the Cheese has closed many of its erstwhile inhabitants would shuffle off to the next watering-hole?
Thing is, though, saint. Him and his whoring wife and kids live right over the other side of Latchford where there are 2 other social clubs. Why can't he stay down his own end? At least there's no ****ing juke box in the Grange
I decided against moving her arms and making the bottle something else because it would be more work...
Drove past da cheeze in the van earlier, sad to see how they've put the metal boards up in all the windows and doorways