It's ShitPloppin' night down The WhatACunt!
And I'm in work, once again being subjected to FAIL by those ever present gormsters what lurk about and blight my life!
Anyhoo, with any luck, I'll be out soon... even though I has to be in by 7am to be blighted by cretins further.
BUT, as I made my way into the City to manage this easy, 10 minute check that's taking a million years thanks to gobshites, I made the mistake of putting some ShitPlop on the Ipoo'd.
So, in kicks Betsy Boo and her Wiggerywammage, Happy Mondays all 50 Shades of Grey Afro (Kinky!) and The Stone Roses.
Now, being a Mancunian meself (well, Bolton is, to all in tents and porpoises Manchester), I fell subject to our Lancastrian disease.
To whit; the morphing into Ian "Monkey Man" Brown.
Within seconds of the beats of Madchester Music hitting your earlobes, you get slight Bez Hands. Like limp wristed paws, your hands alternately inadvertently lift and drop.
Then your head starts to sway.
And then your shoulders start to sway, then swing.
Then the knees & hips start dropping into monkeyslouch mode.
And before you know it, you got the full Madchester swagger as you strut down the road!
And boy, is it hard to keep from raising one arm on high with a metaphorical mic.
Next will be clasping hands behind back, half doubling over, and craning neck upwards a-la Gallagher!
I don't need to sell my soul.
Ian's already in me...
