Civil servants run the country, politicians think they run the country, journalists write about how badly the country is being run and chavs just hang around on street corners and don't give a fcuk about the country as long as you can get sports exhausts for Novas.
Chavs, as they seem to be the only ones that have bass boxes fitted in their cars.
.Roadless....keep on driving, sweet....'COS YOU HAVEN'T GOT A SHAGGIN' CLUE (nice hat, by the way....but Burt Reynolds)?
So what about the good guys(ie: plebs caught IN the system, without it owning their souls)... who toil away in the town halls of our kingdom, lashing vainly against B.S. P.C. politics, ever -reduced budgets, fckwit managers with sloping shoulders ( 'Make a decision...who me ?'- they'd do you a treat on the battlefield...) and a massive influx of Romanian 'refugees' to the local area.....all of whom clogg up the local ATM machines on a Thursday as they try to figure out how to withdraw their benefit money, whilst contributing their very special brand of TB to the area... Anyone for translation?
And what to do when faced with an old WWII vet I can't answer, who has a basic need like shaggin' BUS SERVICE, and I can't oblige, because the Glorious Institution I work for sold the bus company to bring in funds to pay for the Equality And Diversity Brigade's bright fcuking idea to 'not infringement on Said Refugees human rights', by spending Â£54m on translating material for them to read?
Am I bitter??? Am I stressed????Am I fcuking BOVVERED????? One year's sentence done in local govt and it's Bon Voyage.....I be heading North to join up to the Chav brigade.....la'eeerrrss.