Bloody Effin' Nuisances the whole soddin'lot of 'em, stupid old unwashed weekend-gypsy-hippie-farts pissing about crawling around at 35, clogging up the road and stopping us Inter-County-Smoothies in our speedy roadsters from getting up to our standard, safety-conscious 120 mph cruising speed on the way down to Sainsbury's.

They should all be dragged out of their silly tin cans and strung up by their sad old beards, or choked with their own wampum-beads. Then their friggin' campervans could be put to a far better use, maybe as chicken-coops or summat.

S:0) (LOL)