Jeebus, in Yeovil Town centre. Its like The village of the damned. I just saw a whole family, three generations worth of, effectively, prison tattoos. On pasty, veiny flesh that they decided to expose to the world because the sun came out. Unbelievable. And now Im trying to have a drink while ignoring the mad, loud cockerney wankah waxing lyrical on everything and anything. To anyone and everyone, due to a charming combination of excess volume and a dearth of social skills. Brilliant.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 13:30:40 +0000