And on a lighter note9 Mar 2021 11:10
I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries
One day we will look back on this and say ' do you remember when Syme was less than a penny a share ". Forever the optimist. Remember its only a flesh wound.