“Who wanstay no?” this cunt says
“Does yer mate speak english?” Martha says. XXX “Ah, but I meant Islands,” he says, “The mountains, the scenery.”
“The fucking insects, the fucking jocks in skirts and the fucking rain,” I said, “Actually I come up with me mate to paint ‘Cunt’ on fucking Saville’s gaff.”
“Ah, too late my son, we did it last Thursday,” the priest says, “And we will wipe the place from the face of the earth, it is an abomination in the sight of the Lord.”
“I seen worse,” I said, “It ent the fucking house’s fault as that cunt lived in it, is it.”
“Indeed,” the priest agreed, “I feel we should disinter him and rebury him in unconsecrated ground.”
“My sister Dolly say you should dig him up and hang him from a lamp post by his bollocks,” the old biddy says.
