2002 part 4
Coughs and sneezes Kraft spread cheeses.
Death defying seagulls.
Not needing a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
Spring has sprung.
Do all the people in Caerphilly take extra care and attention?
A lack of bank holiday James Bond films.
End of season blues.
“Covered in piss!”
Winning fuck all on the lottery, as usual.
Oy, oy, ‘avin it large son.
Jammie Dodgers adverts on the telly, scrummy.
Serves four persons, my arse it does.
Ayers rock being closed, how the fuck can you close a great big lump of pissing
rock in a desert?
Orange jubblies on a hot day.
Fat girls in mini skirts, no need!
Ska revival, about time my two-tone lovelies.
Big beats being replaced by a more soulful, James Brown tip.
Armani shades and a bit of Fatboy Slim on the bypass, sweet.
Kim Wilde wearing hideous floral print dresses, what happened girl?
Shack, Michael Head is a song writing genius, check ’em out.
Strawberries and cream.
Realising that Willy Wonka is not the president of Germany.
“Honestly, it’s cool to play the flute!”
John Prescott twatting a plum in Wales.
That fucking plum having a mullet.
Margaret Thatcher looking more like a Spitting Image doll than a real person.
“Have you seen me dancing, you know, really dancing?”
Genuinely scary twelve year olds smoking biftas outside Argos.
Ronnie Biggs under armed guard, he’s not going to come all this way and
then try to escape is he?
The deerstalker, hat or sanitary towel?