this annoys me. but then harvey nichols opened the door for it and shouted “COME IN”.
just because you walk home in daylight, dressed in sausage casing, doesnt mean you are a slag. it just means you havent got the most exquisite taste. and even if you did have sex for fun with a stranger doesnt mean you are a wag.
morning after the christmas party mary? who was it? a dispatch boy?
g-l, i prefer pool boys. for their apparel conveniently gives away what is going on in the meat packing district.
Blimey – that’s where I used to live. Don’t remember anyone quite that posh, slag or not.
Yeah, and one of the girls goes into Regent’s Park Station, which is where I used to live (not in the station, obv).
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