You take that back or I'll bloody your filthy mouth.

Weslington, poor poor Weslington, looked a man bereft yesterday. He ran himself into the ground, took lumps and kicks from Wednesday thugs, and still wheeled and pirouetted around them like traffic cones, and you could see, after every attack he grafted into life got bollocked by one halfwit colleague or another, the frustration in him. It was palpable. He might as well have held up a sign saying "God help me I'm trying, but look what I'm saddled with here."

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Mar 5, 19:59:26