Lying, fat ugly cvnt

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

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.