2002 part 5
New born vomit, powerful!
Getting back into punk, spiky.
William Hague on the dole, see how you like it, Tory twat.
Stubbsie back home where he belongs.
The return of the Las Palmas Seven.
The lost episode of Phoenix Nights turning up.
Turning up in general.
Cha, cha, cha!
Old man’s bollock syndrome turning up in Bermuda shorts.
Viva, Sombrero!
The twelfth has been and gone for another year.
Flicking ‘laccy bands at flies, surely the hottest new game in town.
The Undertones, back to my childhood.
Sarcastic horses.
Financial advisers kicking you in five a side even though they're supposed
to be on your side.
Steptoe and Son getting better with age.
Teenage detention centre scrapbooks, in a particularly natty grey.
The One-Legged FA Cup semi-final being played over two legs.
Brookside cast members continuous shouts of, “D’you know who I am?”
in town.
This year’s summer falling on a Saturday.
Thousands of women spending thousands of pounds going to the sun bed shop
in the middle of the summer, why?
Pimps in pumps in Plumstead.
The stadium of your dreams inhabited by the squad of your nightmares.
Fellas in tight Bermuda shorts, for fuck sake, someone tell ‘em.
Rigsby, the King of Kings!
Going to fancy dress parties dressed as a tramp and vomiting all over the
host before pissing the sofa.
Pol Pot playing ping pong in Phnom Penh.
Having to polish the hoover in me mate’s house because he hadn’t
used it in over three years.
Hungarian goulash, foodstuff or WWF wrestler?