Its a sad tale.. pull up a sandbag and i'll tell you about it...
A young dynamic welsh rugby player (a racing snake winger) went to Halton to become a split brain.
Whilst there he discovered beer fags and the simple pleasure of sharing his bed at night with all the other appo's, Every night they lined up at his bed to sully him, so much so his gary glitter looked like an old welly top.
After he graduated, he slowly slipped down the social scale as he dipped further into depravity to try and fill the void in his life that is the truth that everyone really hates appo's, that he was in fact lower on the foodchain than Stewards and Scuffers.
Overtime, his hair fell out, his attempts at social integration through beer and fags, failed and his deviance levels rose... animal, vegetable and mineral were all fair game to him, deep down he just wanted to be loved, but the deep self loathing he had for being an appo just kept rising to the surface.
One night whilst scratching the seedy underbelly of the Swindon red light area looking for a new low in depravity, he was picked up by a TV personality in flashy car, who invited him to a pool party.
He was found a few days later, floating face down in the pool with a 27 inch black rubber fist hanging out of his welly top rikker and 3 pints of assorted semen in his stomach.
A sad ending to a sad human being.....
