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You are listening to Radio Olulabelle, coming atcha from the arse-end of Birmingam.

On offer tonight is outrage in the key of E.

For those of you that do not know this piece I suggest you listen carefully, it may easily apply to you, for those of you that do, sing along as you wish.

And you, you arrogant fuck, you opportunist, you, who came into my house and stole my phone, and TBM's phone and TBM's wallet, you should listen extra carefully. You saw my little boy come out of the door and leave it on the latch and you watched him walk past to the sweetshop.

This, this city of hate, this hellhole. This place where you have to keep your blinds closed in the heat of the beautiful summer to stop people looking in your windows, this dreadful prison, lock down, shut down, no-one in and no-one out either.

This want-want-want, this need, this desire for things, all the time things, other peoples things, you want so badly you come and take mine.

And guess what? That wallet you took, the one with no money in it, the one you probably threw away? That wallet had a coin in it that was given to my lovely man by his Grandfather and he has carried it in his wallet for 17 years. That wallet was so valuable to him, yet to you it was a wallet full of nothing.

And how bad do you think my 8 year old boy feels now? He thinks it's all his fault because he left the door on the latch.

And how angry do you think the lovely man is now with my little boy? And how angry is he with me, because it was me that said leave the door on the latch?

Never ever before has he lost his wallet. Then we come along and it is gone in an instant.

With love comes frustration.

Well. I hope it makes you happy.