Loads of awful goals against Arsenal. I’m having a proper good moan at all of them
The before time, h. When we could go outside; go to pubs and restaurants and touch each other (not like that). Do you realise that the last meal I had out was an abjectly poor club sandwich in a shítty hotel in Gaydon? The chicken had clearly come straight out of the fridge and they served it with bacon-flavoured crisps, ffs! It was abominable, but I'd sexually molest an alligator to be able to do that now.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
One day, bb, we who survive the plague shall dandle our PPE-clad younglings on our knees and tell them tales of the Before Time. Going on aeroplanes, shaking hands, packing ourselves into tube trains to go tnto 'Lon-Don'. They shan't believe us, of course. They'll dismiss these as the ramblings of fanciful dotards. Then they'll book us in for our appointment to be turned into Soylent Green.