Back in 1992, me and my mum went to court to support my dad,
I dont want to go into details, but cut a long story short he beat up a bus driver.
Thats not the best bit, it was in bristol town center in at 2pm, in broad daylight.
He made me dress as a tiny tim like character, and my mum as a nun,
In those days, they could read out your previous, i kid you not, that took about 30 minutes,
Not to mention the 20 or so witnesses that had saw the bus driver hit the deck.
So where was i oh yeah, the laundrette,