Monkeys Fist

Tiers of a Clown. edit; the opening verse is very apt. “Now if there's a smile on my face It's only there trying to fool the public But when it comes down to fooling you Now, honey, that's quite a different subject”

With the fur and name, reminds me of this …

That’d do it, I suppose.

A fitting eulogy

Wow. Why is Arizona way out in front for so long?

I was 100% sure they were Swedish or Norwegian, looked them up and was given a mini lercal history lesson Canny.

“ Lager soup or Bitter soup?”

This thread will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas and gormless cunts will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say: "But why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say: "Haven't you heard? Essembee is dead! The Fulwell's Poet is dead!”

March 27th 1970. RIP

Sounds like a total cunt lovely bloke.

Even in a pic posted by the “owner” of the “business”, no one can find the fucking drink. ( I wonder which National Trust property he broke in to for this? )

You can always look forward to next year mate, when we’ll have the army on the streets trying to control the panicking masses because there’s no food on the shelves. But at least we’ll have “OUR SOVRINTY” and we can all play “Which Greek Island Is Johnson Hiding On Now”

It’s just not cricket, is it?

Amendment 25 time… again.

Imminently.

His next fake company should be called Stimminent, selling cardboard boxes to sleep in.

Not a wine bar?

Nice family?

They are the Carol Smilie of crisps.

Brannigans Lamb and Mint would like a word.

Call the amberlamps!