I'm playing a gig, tonight. I'll be off out in about 45 mins. I have a pub-load of adoring hot pussy to entertain. I suppose you Northern lads will be getting ready to give the missus a slap so that she gets on with making the tea, eh?
We're playing a pub that is owned by an ex-marine, and who's clientele is comprised mainly of ex-marines. They love us in there. It is pure class, mate. Of course, I have to be a bit careful which bit of hot pussy I chat up, as I could find myself messing around with someone's bird. These blokes are trained killers ffs! Mind you, as long as I don't get up to anything inappropriate with them, I'm usually fine. So, autographing the odd titty and arse-cheek is okay... and that's just the blokes!