Pixie has been praying for something like this to happen, so that he could strut his stuff on this board and have a pop at me!
It's embarrassing. When the dust has settled on this weekend, he will look back an know that he has made a fool of himself, yet again.
He's like one of those sad, seedy blokes who almost breaks his neck when he's pulled from the audience at a live sex show in the seedy backstreets of Berlin or Amsterdam. He's in raptures as he sucked off by the whores on stage, forgetting that he's being watched by a load of Belgium and Polish truckers, all yanking off in the dark. But, when he's bolted his load and the lights go up, and he's thrown a towel to wipe himself down, he suddenly finds that the stage is a little bit too big, the lights a little bit too bright, and those truckers' eyes just a little bit too hungry.



