Dear the London 2012 Olympic bid committee,
I have taken this opportunity, bearing in mind the current visit from the IOC, to change your slogan from ‘Back the Bid’ to ‘Oi, give us the fucking Olympics, you foreign bastards’.
Love,
Munky
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