I'm a Grumpy Old Twat and, as such, I'm always liable to mother fucking mood swings ... that would make Gordon 'prime mentalist mono eyed bully boy' Brown look like a fucking angel.
Today ... I have my big, fat, hairy, fucking arse in my hands.
I have far better things to do ... than preach to the cunting converted.
Therefore, I shall mainly be consuming several bottles of Valpolicella, whilst I contemplate my next piece of cuntishness for the Guardian.
In other words, I'm fucking the fucking fuck off outta here.
OR is back Monday.