Swansea City : Jack Butty sails again with his cannons primed

The vultures were circling overhead.The bleached bones of the dead lay all around.Wait…a movement…a moving hand.A hen peckered face turns to the light and screams out, ‘Jack Butty here.I’m back with my latest missive from the defiles of dreadful duplicity.’The cheers of voices were raised.Jack Butty looked around, ‘You lot can pipe down.You’re all gonners and gooners.’And so, it came to pass…