Rough as a butchers stumpy finger. Communal gardens had a party yesterday and the place was jumping. From babies to a lovely lady in her 90’s the atmosphere was great. Sausages were barbequed, as a small battery operated radio blasted out the England V Germany match. Incredulity as England were walloped by Germany. Poor things. That Cappello will have to go – or someone will strangle him. Sour faced character needs a good tickling if you ask me. In fact he should have been at the commnal garden party that would have cheered up his puss.
£6m a year. £16, 438 a day! £684.91 an hour.
It’s obscene. The world is in recession. Redundancy is rife. Cut backs are affecting every last one of us and there sits that sour faced grumpy looking bugger. Really. You’d think the fact that even whilst he is sleeping he is making more money than some folk make in a year would cheer him up. But no. And now he is saying he won’t resign. Brass necked and huffy faced he should get off his designer spectacled high horse and get a reality alert with accompanying black eye if I get my hands on him.
