In the small hours we heard loud music as a neighbour of ours, I’m not saying who as I’ve done my fair share of damage by accident, drove drunk back into his parking space and misjudged his approach. I heard the bump then went back to sleep. The wall is buckled and broken and a gentle push or a decent wind will see it all tumble down. Maybe I’ll go push it down tomorrow. Someone needs to as it’s a time bomb that could crush a child or pensioner or even an able bodied adult when it finally crumbles. I don’t want to get the blame or drop anyone into any trouble as I’m no grass but it needs pushing over and rebuilding. Maybe I’ll have a quiet word with the guy who is a good friend and we can push it over together so no one gets hurt. Then we can put it back together securely. I was thinking earlier about how they’re raising the pension age as people live longer but those of us who have had a normal attitude to drink and drugs and smoking are having to pay for these ‘recovery’ and health fanatic idiots. We’re all paying for these health nuts to live an extra pointless decade or two of fallow years, not doing anything and out of touch with contemporary thought. Contributing nothing to humanity. I mean you can barely stagger out of an all night drinking spot, rave or gambling den without some idiot in a vest and a pair of shorts tearing past knocking into you on some charity run. This Savilean behaviour has no place in the country I want to live in. …er…..except sir Kevin Sinfield of course. Highest points scorer for the greatest rugby team of either code, single handedly raising millions for the MND community in Rob Burrows memory. Fellow team mates of Leeds golden era.
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