So, It's a No Then...

(I make no apology whatsoever for the excessive swearing in this post. It's for medicinal purposes.)

Jesus. You massive, heaving collection of absolute bell-ends.

The next person who whines to me that they can't shift the Tories out of their district council is going to get punched in the windpipe.

Yeah, you might have stuck two fingers up to Nick Clegg - in retaliation for the way he's annoyed every Lib Dem voter over the last year - but you've also just spat on your own cornflakes. Not so much cutting off your nose to spite your face, as tearing off your head, drop-kicking it into the path of an oncoming truck and shitting down your own neck.

Knobbers.