YOUR local pub has announced it is holding a weekend-long Festival of Twats in its extensive beer garden.
The Festival, which kicked off straight after work on Friday evening, will see the outdoor area thronged with loud, drunken arseholes all day every day.
Tom Logan said: “I thought I’d pop by for one, what with the weather being so delightful, went through to sip in the sunshine and was confronted by a veritable plethora of twattery.
“From the lads on coke in bucket hats to the table of very middle-aged, very sunburned, very pissed men to the wrecked girls who’ve mistaken shrieking for fun, there were twats of every stripe. It was bell-end Glastonbury.
“They’d even put a few imported twats on: the lairy blokes openly pissing again the fence were Scottish, the guy trying to cadge fags was Irish and the bird with the out-of-control Alsatian was German.
“Whether you were uncomfortably near the Scousers smoking weed, in the way of a depressing second-marriage hen party or being confrontationally chatted up by someone’s pissed rough mum, it was a twat encounter session without equal. Marvellous.”
He added: “Let me neck six pints and I’ll join you.”