Speaking of stained pants, some of you filthy sitters should pop along to the latest hairdressers in Forest Hall…
spicy email address- I was going to nip in and ask if they did champagne enemas, but I’m signing enough registers as it is.
We usually spotted them within a post or two… bizarrely we had a spell of West Midlands based Brexit trolls, which was fun watching them shit themselves as we posted their personal pics and work places and asked if they’d like us to drop them a line.
The problem for the six fingered touchers is they just don’t have the wit- it’s a dead giveaway.