The Sweeney, Steptoe and don’t, the boys from the Bush
Shepherds Bush is the bogs dollocks.
Rangers forever. I love QPR. And stick it up yer bum. The only team club supporters that matter. It’s ours.
I love Gary Babnisfer and Barry Wallace. Karl Elsey and Tony Currie. It’s ours. We had programmes, fanzines. Message boards. We are erudite, incomprehensible, beautiful and also c unts but we are fallible and we are QPR.
Let the love flow.
I may be the mayor of simpleton but I know one thing and that’s I’m pissed.
Don’t worry about it. This is the team you’ve chosen. They’re going to do fu ck all for a very long time.
And you will NEVER EVER EVER EVER change it. No matter how annoyed you get or wonder about who we get in or formations or how we did in 1976 or that we were the best team ever for three months in 1976.
You can do NOTHING. About it. But you can vent your frustration about the team YOU chose to follow and why they aren’t as good as you QUITE expected.
What floats your boat? How do you spend the few years you’re allocated to breathing oxygen.
Spend it on time wasting hobbies or actual positive actions that make ripples in the pool of life.
Is it about waiting for the end of the story and feeling shortghanged. Maybe the story is out of your hands and the end is not yours.
The End is inescapable, how it’s possible to fill it not entirely ours. The systems we have made of bartering and social interaction have led to injustices in all their forms. Human beings are the only species capable of rational, capable thought. And of being utter c unts because it’s possible.
Seems to me we f ucked up this life thing once we started making moolah. Inventing alcohol was a necessity from that point onwards.
Baby, life’s what you make it, celebrate it, anticipate it, nothing can change it.
What c unt decided that’s a good idea. Especially when you have to reapply for the job you’re already f ucking doing. Anyone that works in Personnel (f uck H fu cking R) is a worthless human bag of bones.
Chasing my f ucking tail all my existence and then brown f ucking bread. Up your arse co cksuckers.
I’m going to drink, listen to Swindon music, talk rangers talk b ollocks and f uck all careerist opportunists and their despicable ways and rule over my ways of eating beer money.
Kim Jung Ill was not so bad really just geoncidal and a bit of a c unt. Head of HR.