Angst

I'm starting to get angsty, I wanna go cruise the world and the bloody British High Commission is fucking around and taking their time to give me a visa. I reckon I'll be outta here in four weeks tops, which means I'm gonna hitch on down to Welly and knock on the door of the Commission and ask whats up and explain to them that they need me to enhance their sporting stock as I qualify for an Irish passport and I am thinking of taking up rugby as I feel I have an even chance of making the British and Irish Lions squad for their next tour.