Mr Luken.
You are dead to me Sir.
You may laugh at my slippers, at the dandruff decorating the collar of my shirt. You can mock the grey fluff that gathers in my belly button, and now strangely in my ears.
There are many things about me which can be subjected to ridicule... which thinking about it has not done my self esteem a lot of good throughout the years..... but your hate filled rhetoric has almost brought me to tears, quite frankly I am amazed at the vitriol directed at the city that gave me life, dole and a mustache.
I just hope I can manage to sleep tonight in spite of your post.
And I'll think you'll find John Bishop is the highest form of comedy*
*Elements of this sentence are not necessarily true.