Someone ordered Pizza, fucking Pizza when I paid good money for a tart. Ok XXX “Right, where’s the bog,” Johnno asked, ‘how could he not know?’ I wondered as it was a sodding two bedroom flat but then again it was pretty crowded. “Yes, right,” she said, “Good idea!”
The party was in full swing when I went in, Frank Sinatra’s greatest hits were blaring out of Henry’s dad’s Gramophone, Harley had his kecks off, April had her tits out and was showing how she could pick up a bottle of Stella without using her hands, (she used her cunt) and the lads were watching Match of the Day on iPlayer. “So you let me in,” she suggested, “You make sure Mr Allthwaite looks up so I can get a picture of him, and I will
