not gilty yer lord...

oh the shame of it... never ever shop at the old bon marche... Shobna Singh has reopened it as a posh version of that trendy American clothes shop... she gets all her stuff from India then sews it all herself... sheez called it 'Allfrombombay my Stitch'..... she dobbed me in yesterday sayin i woz nickin a top... i woznt.... she has the lights ded low and the friggin Bangra beat blearin owt.... i wonted to see the shade outside in the light... i got a lovely copper called Terry Trunshon.... he cud see i woz innocent after a bit of oral communicayshon.... very trormatic tho...

you now Bev tho... neve one to let things get her down or stop her from partayin....i got home an opened a box of wine to carm me nerves... id planned to go to the new Thai restrornt in town. i had a voucher from a few months ago from Twiggys magazine 'Thai'd to you'.... a bride by mail mag.... ad a crackin meal... friggin hot tho... got the usual PCR today.... to those who don't know it's Post Chilli Ringsting.... ad a few bevs at the Rice bar then ended up avin a kip on the way home with Mabel North, loving wife and mother. Died Jan 2003. woke up freezin so went home to sleep it off. carnt get that song out me hed that Fat Larry sang... i adapted it to fat frank an our escapades... Zoom just one suck n then his nuts went boom..... laterz....