Bad poons
I got told off by a policeman on Thursday. I emerged from the canal footpath by blockbusters to be met by the BNP battle crane. No, really, they has a fecking crane with a PA on it.
Anyway I responded by informing them that they were 'f*cking fascist wankers' and then noticed the policeman stood 6 foot from me. He very gently ticked me off, 'There's no need for that kind of language, Sir'. I muttered an apology and shuffled off. The point to this ramble is
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