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Twaddle hits out again

Blistering

Soccer legend Chris Twaddle yesterday launched a blistering attack on everything he hasn’t already criticised.

Speaking in an interview for Channel Five’s Nasty Neighbours programme from his luxury penthouse at Burnley’s fashionable Quays, football’s jinking wizard of the wing lashed out at everybody in the whole world.

Bastards

"I’ll tell you who really gets my goat," seethed the soccer sage. "My bloody neighbours. Bastards the lot of them. Don’t like me playing my music. Fools. Don’t they know early 1980’s soft rock is the very pinnacle of popular music?"

"I’m finding out who my friends are quickly - and we haven’t got many in the luxury development. Nobody will be attracted here, whether buyers or tenants, when residents respond like that. I’ve heard they’ve got a petition up to get me out of here. Well, let ‘em. In fact, if they don’t want Chris Twaddle here, just tell them to sing it and I’ll get out of the way. Of course," He chortled, "I won’t be able to hear it over the noise of Van Halen!"

Sticks

Twaddle went on to single out the elderly and infirm for particular criticism.

"They piss me off," commented football’s Mr Showbiz, "they really do. With their wheelchairs and sticks, getting in the way. Hanging about in Post Offices collecting their pensions and queuing up in supermarkets for small amounts of food. What these people have to bear in mind is that they used to be fit, but that was years ago. They don’t have a divine right to carry on living."

Twaddle then focussed his attack on homeless people.

Embarrassment

"The homeless are an embarrassment and they want to take a good hard look at themselves," asserted the thrusting ace. "I never give money to beggars, it only encourages them. I walk straight past. I try my best every week and I'm not bothered about them. Why should I respond to the homeless?"

"Small children as well," Twaddle went on, "I tell you. All those stupid toys, like rattles and tamogatchis. If that’s the road they want to go down, they’re welcome to it, but it’s not going to get them a major job in television at the World Cup this summer is it?"

Plants

At this point, the soccer whizzkid having finally paused for breath, he was asked if there was anyone or anything he didn’t criticise. He thought long and hard.

"Well, there’s myself, of course. I'm great, me. Apart from that, though, nothing really. Nope. Hang on - Lee Hooey. Now he’s alright. Fine man. Chinese bloke. Comes in to do the gardens. He’s equally at home at the front, on the lawn, or at the back, in the patio area. Now, Lee’s got his critics with these so-called residents round here. They say he keeps trying to water the plants but misses. Well let me tell you, you couldn’t ask for a more committed gardener. Getting on a gardener’s back won’t make him a better gardener."

Chris Twaddle is 87 years old.

Firmo
March-April 1998

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