When will it dawn on you we are anything but friends? Still, 75p says you’ll stick with me until the bitter end. Were you hoping that my gloss would grub off on your sleeve? You’re as foreign to me as the refugee I spit on as they leave. Just because our target’s placed on someone else’s back, that doesn’t mean we’re not dead keen to stretch you on the rack. When we have finished with the queers and the blacks and those pesky single mums, you’ll find our attack dogs turned, we’ll invent a reason why you can be hunted by a mob clad in red, white and blue. But for now just keep buying and we’ll keep on crowing. Thanks for your cash, we really must dash and thanks for keeping us going. Harry Gallagher Read more by Harry Gallagher
