Tales from the Old Kent Road: Three fat ladies and the last pub in London.

[Sir C]

Stomping ground my fat white arse. You would occasionally tippy toe into the manor you soppy middle class twonk,neck down half a lager shandy then scarper sharpish before the bad boys came out.

Did you see Daniel Day-Lewis recently re-invented himself as a Millwall hooligan

Ohhhhhhhhh my old man's the Poet Laureate
'Ee wears the Poet Laureate's Hat
'Ee wears cor blimey britches
An' he lives in a fackin great big town 'ouse!
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Nothing went down in Bermondsey without my say so, h. Girls, bank jobs, skag, I got a taste from every deal otherwise there was trouble. You get me?