Unfortunately, Tit Monday in Bradford is a bit like trying to knock one out at Sea World. Yeah, there’s one or 2 in the crowd that get you going but these huge fucking whales keep blocking your view and making your eyes bleed just as you reach the vinegar strokes. It’s a porn trauma and a half, I can tell you.
Besides, I’ve been scarred for life by birds in summer ever since that scratter was sat outside the pub yonks ago with a classy denim mini skirt on and no apple catchers. Jesus Christ, that was one hairy clopper. I thought she had a fucking wookie in a leg lock.
ROFLOL!!!