Well, nothing at all to do with motorways really, though a fair few shots of the M8 at night do feature. I just liked the title.
Now this is how you do violence. No running about like a fanny, arms flailing, kicking wildly at anything that moves.
Just get the guy turned then knee the fucker in the back before decking his fat pal.
This is the wonderful, heartwarming story of two two aggro merchants in a busy town centre getting the pasting of their lives from a pair of dragged up cage fighters.
It should really happen more often than it does.......
"I am angry I am ill and I'm As Ugly As Sin"
A month of shit. A month of not being able to move with fatigue, a month of pustulent throat infections, 80-a-day coughing fits and vile 'dockers omelettes' first thing in the morning. A month I want to leave behind me in a ditch to rot.
In this time, mother has been filling with green cancerous fluid at every opportunity and receiving chemotherapy. Her wig scares me and I prefer her to wear the turban thingy.
This could be the last stand. Not that you'd know from talking to her..............