Spud From Great Britain

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ABOUT ME :

The leg end that is Spud. Well where do i start? 1985? Nah this journey begins much earlier. Does anyone remember where they were when Kennedy was shot? Or what they were doing when they heard Nelson Mandela was released from prison? Or even what you thought of on that Sunday morning when you woke up to find Lady Diana had died?

For the first one i was not fortunate enough to be alive in the 60's. For the second you will know what i was doing if you have heard the Xmas episode of the award winning podcast Great Britain?. The real kicker is, and this where our story begins, that when i heard Lady Diana had died the only shock i had felt, the only disappointment i understood was that i didnt have a mobile phone to receive all of those wonderful jokes that do the rounds immediately after tragedies. Luckily it was a Sunday and i heard them all the next day at school but i regret not having one that day!

My dad was a systems analyst until he finnaly declared himself retarded in 2003. This left my mum to work at a playschool looking after everyones kids except her own. This taught me how to be 'street'. I could eat a cigarette in one go. I was well 'ard. I've got a sister and a brother. Then i met Perry and took pity on this silver spoon fed pussy. I took him under my metaphorical wing and to date we have only had one fight. It ended with me flicking his left nut and him practically dislocating my right index finger. Other than that it has been plain sailing. Nothing much to report; Just a couple of kick-ass bands, multi angled videos and now the hottest podcast on the whole world wide interwebnet. We are like brother with me being the older fatter less loved by the parents brother and perry being the other kid who his parents like. I dont resent him for that but when the news breaks that after our appearance on Jonathan Ross Perry was found dead with bite marks in his face, neck and groin, just remember who it is that co-produced everything we did for no extra charge.

I Love You All (In an entirely plutonic way. Im not gay!)

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