Good show old chap!

Me mum came into me room to bring me a plate of bangers and mash (sausages and mashed potatoes) and I screamed at the old girl and knocked it straight out of her hand. She started yelling and swearing at me and I slammed the bloody door on her. Absolutely gutted (bitterly disappointed) right down to me hobnails (boots) right now and no clue what to do. I didn't mean to do that to me mum but I'm flat knackered (two meanings, both work - exhausted or broken down) from the results tonight. I feel like me guts' about to burst. Why in the proper fuck is the old boy losing? This can't be happening. I'm having a bleeding breakdown. I don't want to believe the world is so corrupt. I want a future to believe in. I want Corbyn to be Prime Minister and fix this broken country. I cannot bloody well deal with this right now. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I thought he was a proper ledge (legendary person, in this context) in Newcastle???? This is so fucked.