Oh ffs this little fake tit, moaning about his fake predicament in a David Lloyd carpark. Putting on that hard done by, sad ugly face cos diddums can't dwive his liquel car homey womey. He's actually sitting there next to his wife spouting off this drivel.
Meanwhile, I'm up in the Royal London hospital with a family member following brain surgery, surrounded by hard working, caring, driven professionals including the neurosurgeon who spent 5 hours removing a mass from his brain. It makes me pig sick that this non entity is bleating on to his Tena fannies about his shitting, boring, non heroic day. He has no grasp on reality, he has not a jot of care for anyone outside his claustrophobic orbit of him & NikNak.
Meanwhile, I'm up in the Royal London hospital with a family member following brain surgery, surrounded by hard working, caring, driven professionals including the neurosurgeon who spent 5 hours removing a mass from his brain. It makes me pig sick that this non entity is bleating on to his Tena fannies about his shitting, boring, non heroic day. He has no grasp on reality, he has not a jot of care for anyone outside his claustrophobic orbit of him & NikNak.