I'M FED UP – BUT I'LL SURVIVE

Yeah, I know there's lots of stuff going on, but I can't be bothered today. One reason only . . .



As we used to sing in the 1970s:

We can't read, we can't write –
But that don't really matter
We come down from Ipswich Town
Riding on our tractors

But these days we can't even beat the bloody Hammers.