I've never been too proud to not fly me true colours.
I used to be a Lion Red kinda guy and when they gave me t shirts, shorts and the odd hat I'd wear them with pride mate.
Admittedly I had to buy a lot of their suds to get the clobber but .... it was appreciated.
Over the years I found that I didn't like the taste of Lion Red, it got to be a bit expensive compered to me old mate Rob's home brew and the bastards stopped shouting me the gear. What was I to do?
My previous benefactor the Social Welfare got taken over by some greasy Auckland woman who pretended to be one of us. Pretty bloody soon it was obvious that she was tilting her cap at the top jobs in parmy and, I tell ya this floored me, that joker Key, you know the one, the smarmy one who gets off on pulling little girls ponytails - he seems to think the sun shines out of her arse. Must be short sighted but then her arse is big enough. Anyway her company used to see me right but lately I'm finding it hard to make the ends meet.
It was OK when I used to flat with my old mates Noel and Colin but Noel got bloody married and left and Colin's laugh, when it was just me there was too much to handle. Life's too short mate. I guess I'm lucky that I live in 'The Valley' as those tossers in Wellington haven't come out here yet and pushed the prices up and definitely I'm lucky I don't live up in Auckers where I hear 3 or more families have to share a house just to afford the rent but ....
I just can't make ends meet.
Recently I was given a hand out by a Sally Army bird. Sister Gloria was her name but I just call her bloody Glorious mate. Cracker. Think about her but haven't seen her around recent though.
Some other jokers from the army've been around and given me some things - a bit of dosh, some bread and cheese and veges - no fags or beer though - bummer. anyway they've done alright by me and I'll wear a bloody black and red cap for them as long as they don't tell me to put trousers on.
See ya.
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