Before the footy on tuseday night, we went to a bar (surprised?).
I went to the loo and was immediately fed up when I saw one of those "Toilet Attendants".
You know the ones, they hang around in toilets, turn on the taps for you, hand you a single sheet of economy kitchen towel and then offer to spray you with something from an aftershave bottle, which is probably yak's piss.
Then he's got the nerve to point at a stainless steel plate and repeat "Make me smile, make me smile."
These people are now second on my list of hatred after them optimistic charity street fucks.
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I thought Alan Carr was top of the hitlist?
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