Just had my mobile phone purloined/nicked at the Goddards tonight. OK, my fault as left it on the table we were originally at due to it not getting a good signal then moving and being a slightly worse for wear and completely forgetting it.
Now, I would, although pissed, if found, would hand it over to bar staff hoping it would eventually find its original owner but there are obviously far too many useless c***ts out there who cannot be honest. Would love to have a number to dial that would activate a small nuclear explosion and blow the thieving bastards too oblivion.
Nice chat with a guy in India who wished me a Happy Christmas which too be honest I did not feel as charitable, but he was just just doing his job and I had been a grade A tw**t so fair play.
Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks and thrice more.
