He he the essex girls obviously saw you coming...normally it's just a promise of a pint and maybe some food and you sorted
(I have heard....of course if Mrs Maverick read this :shock: )
this is my last hi-jack post, I promise... but I have to share this with someone who understands...I remember their response to my offer of a glas of wine very well:
"Wha... You're havin a larf aint ya? Mine's a pint o laaga and Gemma ere would like a pack'et o crisps, cheers love!" followed by inane cackles that sent chills down my spine.
They were nice enough to look at except for one ugly mate of theirs which they tried to smear off every passing male. The girl I fancied were a little more cultured and attractive than the rest. Except maybe for her thigh-high skirt and track-suit top. The tiara was a nice touch but I can promise you, she was no princess and could swear with the worst of us.
My expectations of the English Rose were unfairly shattered by the slappers of Leytonstone
