When I was a nipper, “the Fan Club” was synonymous with good times in Leicester. The Fan Club would let underage drinkers dance to mad music from Manchester amidst a gaggle of goths. Doormen, and I use the term loosely, were less interested in the age of the fun loving criminals within, and more interested […]
“Taxation itself has become a metaphor for philanthropy and a generally perceived panacea for all society’s ills”, or so they say. Tax is complicated. Tax is no fun. Tax isn’t very exciting. Bunch of arse.
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A bunch of ex-Balak Greenforce volunteers hooked up in Richmond this week. Predictably enough, the police took young Joe aside after he showed them his arse. Predictably enough, people forgot to eat anything as they quaffed fine lager (sorry Jesus).
