That whole day was boring. Boring and crap. West Brom. F ucking boring club. Nether big not small, just West Brom fu ucking off West Brom. Is there a south/east/mid Brom? What’s a Bromwich? Don’t tell me don’t care.
Bloody hell. It’s all sh it. Non consequential cobblers. Why do I ho back. Just to watch a team that no one cares about outside of us, who have totally unreasonable expectations of their never achieving club.
Well, it’s something to get annoyed about innit. My train of thought has now derailed.
There was a point and I’ve list it. Bloody early kick offs.
Reading Cilves preview and much fun it was but this word ‘woke’.
I’ve only really noticed it recently and seems to me to be one of those buzzwords that I bleed I g hate because I think it’s having a go at me and makes me think that everything believe in and think is w@nkish.
Bloody stupid word for something that is anti human being. This wish for perfectionism in us that is unachievable and just adds to the cobblers of living.
It’s a weird thing innit. You get older and look back at your life and all the things that you thought you were right about and realise it was bo11ocks and you were wrong even though you thought you were tottLly right.
Then you get older and realise what an berk you were but now you’ve learned a lesson and now you’re totally right about everything. It’s a bloomin conundrum for sure.
You live, make mistakes, learn but at no point are you ever wrong. Until you’re dead.
So is death the truest state of mind? Or is that just bo11ocks.
Anyway, Skin Deep by the Stranglers is an alimightily good sing. And that ain’t wrong.