I used to get baby shit on my fingers. Much baby shit. We used to foster many babies and young children. And I would change their nappies.
Did I hit the whisky bottle?
Nope. I was still at school!
Everybody feel sorry for poor, poor Garth who lives off his daddy's name: 1, 2, 3, awww...
We should really shout, "Perfumed ponce!", like that ugly Irish guy did in The Mother Black Cap pub in Withnail and I.
Gave myself brown nail varnish during a bungled nappy change.
— Gareth Icke 🇵🇸 (@garethicke) February 7, 2022
Eldest found it belly laugh worthy, of course.
I'm sulking in the bath with a Ledaig.
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