Let us, for a moment, consider these tweets:
And now, again, we consider these tweets:
What are we looking at here? We are looking at, very obviously, the lesser spotted “self own”.
We are looking a man who, in 2017, has a username based on a racist toy for children in the 1950s.
We are looking at a man who has placed five hundred – five hundred – English pounds on French fascist Marine Le Pen, and then lost it.
We are looking at a man who has not only placed five hundred – five hundred – English pounds on French fascist Marine Le Pen and lost it, but who has also subsequently tried to blame the bet on his probably fictitious 13-year-old son.
To which all we can say is: lol.
"I pissed in my own mouth and now my mouth tastes like piss. Call everyone."— DJ WEED PIZZA (@DJWeedPizza) May 7, 2017
Look. I dunno. I’ve never put a huge amount of money on something and then pretended that it was my child who did it. But if you are going to put a huge amount of money on something and are planning to pretend that it was your child who did it: don’t… don’t tweet Andrew Neil about it. Don’t tell Andrew Neil that you are going to put £500 on something and then as soon as it’s obvious you’ve lost it, tweet Ladbrokes saying it was your fake son who did it. Cover your tracks. Don’t @ Andrew Neil. Don’t @ Jeremy Vine. Don’t… do any of that stuff.
Also you should probably delete your account, sorry.