They've been shit for weeks, we are several men down. When the shit hits the fan, best response is to down a few Madris. Or if nothing else is available, some Newkies.
The Saab 900 on your drive, the marmite on your toast, the anchovies on your pizza, the black pudding on your breakfast plate, the Geordies in your population, Ingo's mum on your kitchen table, the Newcastle Brown Ales in your fridge. Lets go out in style. Wreck it all.
