Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
I’m number one, I’m the man, the geezer. Numero Uno…I’m fucking ‘ard. These punks are scared of me. Back in the day I’d ‘ave taken ’em apart. Fucked ’em up good and propa. I could still ‘ave ’em. Beat ’em sideways with that bleedin baguette I would…show ’em who’s boss. Fuckin ingrates! Don’t know they’re born. I’d teach ’em a fing or two…like how to welcome my fist into their face. If it weren’t for me arthritis I’d ‘bash hells bells out of ’em, I’d rip ’em to shreds…I’d…I’d better get home…me bag’s leaking…