If you lived in the sort of house where they kept shotguns and green wellies, your parents had
this poem on a teatowel. (Bottom half of the page) Good and obvious advice that's clearly never troubled the alleged ruling elite in Septic-land.
This story sums it up well for me. (Useless bunch of bastards not fit to run a sweetshop and play with cap-
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