….. this isn’t some LA country rock jam reminiscing on the pyschtotropic pot pansies of Haight Ashbury . This is the soot and smut of London mate !

Mr Davis was a middle class tremble of a man worried about an unseemly display and his Jerry Springer moment

Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter

Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy...

He was a boom boom shake the room ” kind of guy

We’re all prostitutes sir we’re all selling ourselves for something

We pay people and reward them for greed and sleaze . When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure pay cheque and a...

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go

When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure payout and a line of tacky lingerie in the works

Just a bullet a bag and a dream that’s all I had now look at what I got

Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation

With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old “face” from the sixties a pin up gangster with a “mars bar” weal scraping his left cheek and of course two “wag” slags in tow trussed...

Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish “shrek” mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.

Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta

A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.