in. Actually, no…the trade unions would
go on strike, crippling the economy further just for their own individual
because it is Friday, please go along with me as if I am playing Bullseye:
you can leave it inside, make your morning more interesting, interrupt your
work, embarrass yourself to your landlord and let the locksmith laugh all the
way to the bank for the most simple of call outs for just £78.00.
for £5.70, but you can get lucky like a robot by not bothering to get one until
you get to Reading Train Station where you can receive this superb prize of a
Penalty Fine, yours for the meagre sum of £20.00, served by the most
wonferfully Bob Crowe-alike Nazis in their finest neon regalia.
I may be running out here so just make up some of your own.
of mass danger, engineered to terrify those annoying pedestrians and with the
license to go through red lights on those rare occasions that you need to use
the road. You may not have used one
since the early days of John Major’s premiership, where he stewarded the UK
economy to the next level of greatness, only for New Labour to come in 5 years
later, claim the spoils and fuck it up like socialists always do when they run
out of other people’s money to spend.
No, not a caravan – but a second hand bike. As if you will ever use it.
(Random photo – I was going to put a photo of the Nazi symbol to represent the First Great Wester staff but thought that probably wouldn’t help my future employment prospects. If I had Photoshop at work then I would have downloaded the Nazi logo and put it on a picture of First Great Western staff. Albeit that would probably not help my current job prospects. I hope the above picture is sufficient).