DUGS!

If I had a gun today I wuld have shot some dugs. So it is good I don't have no gun. There would be dead dugs. Poor dugs. It is not their fault my mam's freakish next door blimp neighbours live in a pile of shit and abuse the five dugs and seven rabbits and innumerable mutated furry things so they engage in a hellish cacophony at ungodly hours of the day. It is those blimps. That woman looks like Rose West. Their fifteen year old daughter ran away with a 29 year old nutbar she met on the internet. I am not surprised. Skygod help those that remain. If they were found in three years underneath all the dug shite and the patio I wouldn't blink. If I was good at that sort of thing I would hook up my Mam's toilet to their letterbox. I bet they wouldn't even notice. Prases be for the GLC. I am listebing to them in the garden and singing along at the dugs.

"THE BADBOY! THE BADBOY LIMP! A LITTLE BIT OF GRAVEL MAKES YOU WALK LIKE A PIMP!"

Ally is cheery and awake and making me coffee. He is happy cos he said he thought I was a husk.

I AM NOT A HUSK!