by david power » Sat Nov 26, 2011 3:46 pm
Bad couple of gigs recently, talkers, some knob and wanky bar staff with attitude, seriously thinking of buying a tazar and zapping some of these chunts
Sometimes I think I'm gonna throw the towel in and start washing the car on a sunday OR pooping to the local garden centre or B&Q, then I think of my gig going friends and think bollocks I am.
Doll, rest assured that when that feckin' lottery win comes we'll be living the life of luxury, you'll be bathing in Bailey's Irish Cream, you'll be chauffeured wherever and whenever, your clothes will be made from the finest silks and mohair (even yer pants), I'll buy you a cow so that you'll have milk on tap, you will no longer have to go to gigs unless you choose to because they'll play in your living room, breakfast lunch & dinner will be cooked and served by someone with at least 3 michelin stars, the sun will always shine in Manchester.....Until the lottery win comes in keep smiling and buy some feckin milk
Growing old is inevitable, Growing up on the other hand is purely optional.