Is it just me that feels awkward about the mawkish, almost Scousey farewells given to Stephen Gateley?
He might well have been a nice chap and a fine man to have a drink with, but he was also a queer, a drunk and a fan of the old marching powder.
That shit will kill you.
Sorry, Gateley fans, but he got what he asked for.
Queer twat.
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