She went home after a while and when I finished work on the Council Bin lorry after a gruelling ninety minute shift from half ten to twelve and after a few bevvies down the Red Lion I went and had a word with Al and he said come down the Lib Dem meeting room and have a chat to the Committee, it sounded all right, so I went to see Stan Greening and Margaret Ash down Whetherfield Lib Dem Association’s office in Clare Street, a grotty little place over Mr Plaice the kebab shop. XXX Xnxx “Right, I got nothing against Lesbians,” I said, “Al’s got some good videos of.”
“Mr Althwaite, please!” Miss Ash exclaimed as she blushed crimson,
“Look Im not saying I want to watch you,” I reassured her. All characters in this story are entirely fictitious but with such lifelike characterisations you probably know someone exactly like them. “You let the students down and the anti tory lobby down and the Yackity Yackity Yack,” the Lib Dem supporters banged on, “That Nick Clegg.” Poor old Al thought they meant the old codger who cleaned the bogs outside the Town Hall, he never realised Nick Clegg was deputy Prime Minister, and if he did he thought he was a Tory.
