ahhhh, where to start where to start?
Would I be correct in proclaiming this no-mark a self publicising, ass kissing, "Establishment", FOOL?
I dunno but I certainly feel better now.
My hatred has been building for some time and is built on the basis that this guy calls himself a punk, and is giving a f***ing bad name to punk and albion fans in the process. Let's rewind back a few years......Outside Bill Archers lancashire home, an army of albion fans, picture the scene....the perfect oppurtunity to gain revenge on this abhorent ANIMAL, a brick through the window, a firecracker, a gun....no, my man decides to to skip through this middle England jungle playing the f***ing recorder, much to the amusemnt for everyone watching on the news and I expect for the onlooking residents. I f***ing cringed, I had to hide behind the bloody sofa what exactly did that achieve Baine?...and really you call yourself a punk, do me a frickin favour.
Lydon would be turning in his grave if he was dead.
So in the interim, JB decides to do other tasks designed to ass-kiss Dick Knight and his cronies, equally rubbish and not achieving much...and the fuckin poetry and your shit music at the matches what idiot thought that one up. Your Poetry is borderline criminally dreadful, how the hell do u make a living out of it? I can picture it now you, with your leather Jacket and black jeans (that you wear to EVERY fuckin match, do you sleep in them? preaching your dross to tree huggers in coffee shops, Joe Strummer would be turning in his grave).
I suppose you're big in Germany like Hasselhoff....ohh yes you are, aren't you and you don't makre a living off that solely do you, you make a living in sucking up to ex and current corporate big wigs like Knight, Perry and the board..don't you feel any shame, you CAPITALIST.
and now to the latest stunt...a f***ing feeble attempt at a song, a f***ing crucifixition of Tom Hark and Sussex by the sea, what more can you do to damage this fine club??
You can of course turn this all around. Here's an idea, from all the free publicity this club has got you why don't you dip your hand into your pocket and give virtually all you can...I don't give a f*** if you're a lefty who doesn't believe in capitalism (or uses that excuse to prevent yourself from helping)
...just do it, because that's what I and thousand s of others have done, because I face the fact that football is a business now, the romance, the poetry have all but dried up. Violins, flowers, recorders, flutes, patronising poetry, and dreadful remakes are not gonna save this club.
Put up or shut up
Put up and shut up
I'm on my knees here, please.
PS keep up the good work Harty, a true soldier and leader for albion fans in tough times, keep solitary, don't take any shit off the board, Attila and Paul "club accountant to be" Camillin, Ferret. because you along with thousands of others are the life and blood of the club.
Would I be correct in proclaiming this no-mark a self publicising, ass kissing, "Establishment", FOOL?
I dunno but I certainly feel better now.
My hatred has been building for some time and is built on the basis that this guy calls himself a punk, and is giving a f***ing bad name to punk and albion fans in the process. Let's rewind back a few years......Outside Bill Archers lancashire home, an army of albion fans, picture the scene....the perfect oppurtunity to gain revenge on this abhorent ANIMAL, a brick through the window, a firecracker, a gun....no, my man decides to to skip through this middle England jungle playing the f***ing recorder, much to the amusemnt for everyone watching on the news and I expect for the onlooking residents. I f***ing cringed, I had to hide behind the bloody sofa what exactly did that achieve Baine?...and really you call yourself a punk, do me a frickin favour.
Lydon would be turning in his grave if he was dead.
So in the interim, JB decides to do other tasks designed to ass-kiss Dick Knight and his cronies, equally rubbish and not achieving much...and the fuckin poetry and your shit music at the matches what idiot thought that one up. Your Poetry is borderline criminally dreadful, how the hell do u make a living out of it? I can picture it now you, with your leather Jacket and black jeans (that you wear to EVERY fuckin match, do you sleep in them? preaching your dross to tree huggers in coffee shops, Joe Strummer would be turning in his grave).
I suppose you're big in Germany like Hasselhoff....ohh yes you are, aren't you and you don't makre a living off that solely do you, you make a living in sucking up to ex and current corporate big wigs like Knight, Perry and the board..don't you feel any shame, you CAPITALIST.
and now to the latest stunt...a f***ing feeble attempt at a song, a f***ing crucifixition of Tom Hark and Sussex by the sea, what more can you do to damage this fine club??
You can of course turn this all around. Here's an idea, from all the free publicity this club has got you why don't you dip your hand into your pocket and give virtually all you can...I don't give a f*** if you're a lefty who doesn't believe in capitalism (or uses that excuse to prevent yourself from helping)
...just do it, because that's what I and thousand s of others have done, because I face the fact that football is a business now, the romance, the poetry have all but dried up. Violins, flowers, recorders, flutes, patronising poetry, and dreadful remakes are not gonna save this club.
Put up or shut up
Put up and shut up
I'm on my knees here, please.
PS keep up the good work Harty, a true soldier and leader for albion fans in tough times, keep solitary, don't take any shit off the board, Attila and Paul "club accountant to be" Camillin, Ferret. because you along with thousands of others are the life and blood of the club.
my gosh my spelling is better than that. 
