Dilithium crystals into the
recepticle provided by Lou
A deep, dark, cavernous
obsession with writing filth
and juvenile schoolboy humour
perfectly tailored for Sotonians
was going down well
enough, but something was
missing. Insufficient pig humour
and ham-fisted wordplay attempts
were easily rectified, but
soon slipped to the
lowest common denominator. Dave.
did dirty deeds during
every waking moment. He
screwed the country as
if on a mission
Impossible, or so his
mother thought, but still
Dave made it possible.