We get a lot of punters who follow the band around, and the ladies all know the score. Some of them have met my missus and get along fine with her. My missus usually pops along, with the kids, to the festivals. Occasionally, I will get a newbie, who doesn't know the score, try to push her luck with me. It's flattering, of course, but I know how to handle it. I don't blame the totty! It's not their fault. If I was them, I'd certainly have a crack at me.
It is slightly worrying though that HIAG has to make up this internet fantasy life. It makes you wonder what a sad sack he must be in real life. Ordinarily I would feel bad about taking the piss out of him, but the silly **** positively encourages it.
This is a picture of HIAG when he entered a talent contest at Butlins. By this point Minge was dead, HIAG had eaten him by mistake. The hat he is wearing was made for him by his favourite sister who breast fed him until HIAG was 14 at which point the courts stepped in.
You're trying to muscle-in on my whole "the silly ****er wants to get caught!" jibe. I understand how that put-down hurts you every time I use it. I really do.
No, that's just another example of your backfired wum attempts when you post your fishing picture. #wrigglingonhisownhook
Sounds more plausible than the Lawyer, Rock God, Harvard, Referee, Cambridge graduate bollocks that HIAG tried to peddle.
I searched on Google for "a Rock Guitar legend/lawyer who went to Harvard and Supports Spurs and is a referee who attracts rock chicks (hot pussy)" I didn't get any results, I don't understand it?
You might want to clean your browsing history while you're about it, God knows what that would have brought up.
