I f****** hate hibernators, when the weathers s*** you don’t hear them or see them but once the sun cracks the clouds then they’re out in force annoying anybody going past. They’re unemployed aged 50 wearing shorts drinking beer in mid April wolf whistling at passing girls some of them under 18.

Not even one O’clock in the afternoon and they’re having a mini street party, f****** wankers. Oh wait the rains spitting a bit they’ve stopped and away back inside. Away back to hibernate until the sun pokes it’s nose out again.