Sadly the mackys bring the lager louts out of their winter hidey holes . Cans, food wrappers littering my local marks like roker and seaham. Loud f'n this and c't'n that. And that's just the kids they bring along. Oh for the old days before the scum had cars and couldn't travel past the nearest pub.
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