Got neighbours 2 doors away always on the gear. Tried to be nice, but nothing. Vented my spleen, nothing. No point calling OB as for all I know they're just using & the plod don't seem to care about it.
It is the stink that does my head in. The main problem is these types are missing one thing...
Merry Christmas from one of the unlucky ones, away with work & missing my family big time.
We'll be coming into Venice approaching midnight.
Have a good one, drink & eat way too much, hug your loved ones, enjoy. xxx
Taking a hammering on social media from our more vocal twatterati. Obviously never saw him play & have never heard him talk about us, other than his predictions, which are an honest opinion. Some of the abuse is totally OTT, almost as if coming from the accounts of the new breed of concourse...