......the english and the summer...
Whilst at my mates house yesterday afternoon in Langley, his next door neighbour was sat in her back garden with her kids downing jagerbombs.
Fair enough, it's sunny, it's a nice day, but drinking jagerbombs on your patio... you're not on an 18-30s holiday, love.
Grown men with their tops off staggering around in the road with a can of fosters...... thought one of them was Keswick Krumble and i was about to mount the curb and run him over, but he is probably in meadowbrook under a 28-day sectioning after another bout of cretine abuse.
It's a bit of sunshine, you bloody savages!!!!
I can't wait for October :w00t: