Quality headline from the local press in my home county of Buckinghamshire. Apparently there were Rubbish fires in Aylesbury at the weekend. I can tell you now, it wasn't like that in my day.
The fires we had were always of the highest quality, scorching hot with leaping flames. It really does show what a state the world is coming to when the arsonists can't even light a good quality fire anymore.
I mean, for Christ's sake, they even write rubbish letters too, and they can't even hold a decent revolution anymore. Clearly the place is just rubbish.
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When Aylesburyites read that you will have to duck....
Ah, Aylesbury, where County Government rubs shoulders with retarded rural inbreds.
Did you know that Douglas Hurd coined the term lager louts to describe the riotous Aylesburyites of your youth?
I live in a village just outside the town, and I didn't even know that anything had happened. So not only am I rubbish at starting fires, rubbish at revolting, and rubbish at writing letters, I must concede that I am also rubbish at keeping up with the local tittle tattle.
But then, I am an expat Londoner. So I expect that when Ken Livingstone gets independence for London, and becomes the President for Life, my residence permit for the country will be withdrawn, and I will have to return to the town of my birth. And that really is a rubbish place.
Mate, you're talking bollocks.
M&S undies are pants.
I'm not from Aylesbury but from a town about 10 miles away and I used to go to Aylesbury for nights out. There was a legendary gig by the Edgar Broughton Band I recall...
How can the home town of the once mighty Marillion and the ‘Heroic’ market square come under such criticism?
This world is totally Fugazi etc etc
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