I was at Brighton station late this morning heading back home to catch Paris-Roubaix.
Every single fucker there seemed to have a handley-wheeley-suitcase dragging along behind them, and my God there were a lot of them.
I don't know why I hate them so, but I really do. Hell is other people, all pulling those things along.
And Nigel fucking Farage. I don't know about you lot but I generally call a garage a garidge, and I'm fairly certain all the twats that follow him do too.
I was at Brighton station late this morning heading back home to catch Paris-Roubaix.
Every single fucker there seemed to have a handley-wheeley-suitcase dragging along behind them, and my God there were a lot of them.
I don't know why I hate them so, but I really do. Hell is other people, all pulling those things along.
And Nigel fucking Farage. I don't know about you lot but I generally call a garage a garidge, and I'm fairly certain all the twats that follow him do too.