DH, Going Postal
Fiction

Polling Day in Scotland

Ah cannae f**kin’ baleeve tha Sarge hos sent me oot tae guard some f**kin’ sh*thoose poalen stashun en Govanhill aw day wi’ wee Kenny tha prubashunah. “That Sturjan c**t’s prolly gonnae be hingin’ aboot,” he [more…]

DH, Going Postal
Authoritarianism

The threat fae Russha

Ah mind tha otha day there we aw’ thott the stashun wiz gettin’ attocked wi’ wan o’ they deadly nerff ayjunts fae Rusha. It wis aboot hoff eight in the mornen an’ the Sarge decidet [more…]