We could stop for a coffee, or plough on to the hotel.

My father punctuated his tirade with thumps on the desk.

Government should have an arms-length relationship with the railway, it adds.

Man, back it out on these cunts They don’t stay I swear they just run Man hate talk the ching for that tongue Bro, bro, got bujj all bamped up in lumps Ammy smoke is all in my lungs Them man their broke and living off crumbs But they try put a K on the N How the fuck can they do them things?