The Mackems are coming, Bolt all your doors, Hide all your jewellery under the floors, Zip up your pockets and keep everything tight from a bus load of thieves from the stadium of s****. They will climb in your gardens and rifle your bins, they will live off pot noodles and left over things. They will break thro your windows and steal all your goods then go back to their camp in Pennywell woods. Shell suits are fashion down 5und1and way with Brighthouse their saviour with five years to pay. They will wash in the Wear and struggle to cope and they don't understand the reason for soap. Their women are grannies when they reach 29, their dream of a holiday is a day on the Tyne. They look in the mirror and think what a mess before going to sleep with their brother in his Matalan dress. SMB
