New Belle on the Block
Topic: Vic Jameson
Every time I read Just Pop It In
, I squirt my pants laughing. Something about the scurrilous, wicked, wanton
repetition of the c-word gets me giggling like there's a slug in my socks. Even better, Charlene's been stalking me, much as I'd hoped to stalk many of you
, and has discovered my true identity:
to London to see my eldest - I decide to play safe and walk. Nice one, old tart
fitted out with good walking shoes in amongst the many and varied tourists
trekking through each others photo-shoots. There I am, not far off Westminster
Abbey minding my own when this hairy 6' something 16 stone
he would say 183cm 97Kilo - and don't even think of reaching for your
calculator to check my conversion 'cos I am old enough to remember when
conversion was the real thing - yeah Towns Gas to North Sea Gas!)
ploughs into me while
chasing after a bus.
Now I had thought in my mind's eye (mind's eye?? oh well) that Vanessa was a
svelte, chic London Dolly Bird ( ouch - that may not go down well - but I am
thinking praise here ) but I was pulled up short, after all - I only read her
blog. I mean ? was he Vanessa? I only assume that she... and this hairy flying
twat did say something like "..'king blog..
bitchy..popit..I..am..Van..issa" in hefty mid-european. I mean was he -
her ? and did he/her recognise me/me or I am displaying that country yokel
thing that everybody in London knows everybody else? or did those Tequila's the
night before remove the last neurons in my head?? ?