Nope not a sock account...RobSpur flirts with the GC crowd so i wont be surprised if hes got a long list of convictions and alot of personal demons Top lad though and a fellow Spur.
He took his cock out and did a little wee that looked like he ejaculated in a Romanian lapdancing bar, the girls had an all hair pulling scratch fight before the cops came to break it up. He later lost his wallet and some of the usual Romanians got beat up by the Romany Police men then he remembered that he forgot to take it out. The wallet
He also solicited a tall white short haired hooker to wear a Tony Adams shirt and keep pushing him in the back as though he was playing Sol Campbell
It's just another Sunday evening for me. One or 2 more guinnesses than necessary so can someone please take the time to explain the context of the poem?