That pure Cane Spirit since 1848.
Monday, January 05, 2009
You may be interested to know that among the many things thrown in my face recently, perhaps the most and yet least discouraging is my economic past.
If you have ever owned a BMW or drunk Guinness in an English pub, you will know what I'm talking about. Nobody but nobody can let it lie, they MUST comment.
"Guinness eh? Can't stand it meself."
"BMW. Not all they're cracked up to be. My brother-in-law had one, secondhand right enough, not a new one like this, but he said they were shite. He's a mechanic."
Same with economics.
I'm bringing it up because Walters has died.
Tell me where he is buried and I will piss on his grave.
In fact I will go to Liverpool and run a bus and we shall drink beer on the way and all of us shall piss on his grave.
Then I will move on to the West Midlands, East Midlands, Northumbria, Central Belt, Cumbria, Derbyshire, West Country, in fact, all the bits he shat on.
I'll be a millionaire in no time. It's an ill wind.