I Am No Saint

Yesterday evening at the end of a 5 mile run whilst getting my breath back i was attacked by four young lads driving a lowerd vw polo with eggs sounds daft they thought it funny i now have a few bruises and blood spattered running top now i did return with good Essex verble taking my Northern friends a little by surprise it could of turn nasty like four onto one or possible tooled up so i made my self scarce. but not sleeping well so its therapy time so I produced my own version of get into the ring by guns and roses how i wish those boys could hear this.