He waved his tazer around. Taffys weren’t so understanding about no tickets so we had to let them have a poke each of our bint afore they let us on the train for Bristol, and somewhere round the big tunnel under the Seven the bint collapsed into a deep sleep. XXX Fucking in Cornish time in the smoke. They had stubble all over they bonces wi funny patterns in. “Thwack.” down came a Morris stick straight across his bonce. “Wouldn’t know a Jive if they saw it on eBay,” Denzil senior laughed, “Put it away lad, you’re not impressing anyone. Cornish Riviera Express, first class. One Sat day us went up the smoke for a bit of a spree . “Just keep the noise down” the copper suggested as he ushered his mates out of the pub and beat a pretty quick retreat. She looked round.
