^^^ Growler-speak ^^^
and 
I shall be speaking to the Bastard Borecasting Company about it in the form of an email too, mark my words!

On my way home from somehere or other last Sunday afternoon, I thought I'd put the van wireless on for a bit of entertainment.
Five Live?
Bonk bonk.
Talk Shite p'raps then?
Bonk bonk.
Get home. Reach for the zapper.
BBC 1
Bonk bonk.
BBC 2
Bonk bonk.
Give up. Telly off courtesy of van wireless sticking into screen.

What is actually the seemingly totally overwhelming infatuation with this crappy sport anyway ey, 'cus I'm absolutely bolloxed if I know chief.
