Sorry, but are we all supposed to pretend to have been horribly traumatised because some old queen felt us up back in the day?
Without wishing to boast, there was a time in my youth when barely a weekend went by without a gentleman of the invert persuasion propositioning me. These were met with polite, but firm rejections and no-one was any the worse off.
What is wrong with the youth of today?
Round about the age of 14 I loved going up West to wander up Shaftesbury Avenue when every other store was a guitar shop. I recall a few attempts to 'help' me find my way and politely declining was always enough - except on the odd occasion when I fancied a bit of the old cock of course.
Last edited by Herbert Augustus Chapman; 11-09-2017 at 02:08 PM.
We shall never know, nor shall we ever care. Get over it you fat ****. If anything, you should take it as a compliment......
We are watching the death of celebrity culture here; now it is going to be fat, ugly nobodies feeding us pathetic stories of how they once got upset over nothing.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'