GARTH ICKE HITS THE WHISKY BOTTLE JUST COZ HE GOT BABY SHIT ON HIS FINGERS

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.

Eldest found it belly laugh worthy, of course.

I'm sulking in the bath with a Ledaig.

— Gareth Icke 🇵🇸 (@garethicke) February 7, 2022