October 25, 2013
I have one dysfunctional teenage son who spends most of his time finding large important objects to set fire to and quaffing huge quantities of stolen beer. I drink to vast excess in the vain hope of suppressing the huge heartache and despair which would otherwise engulf me... Other than that we're a normal divorced, barely speaking to the ex, chaotic and fractious household of 'lads' together...
Hi. I'm 104 years old, as miserable a curmudgeonly an old scrote as you could hope to avoid and with all the charm and appeal of a late night lavatory on Bognor Regis sea front. You will want to eat your right leg rather than meet me.