Now chaps ease up a bit, Keith fat chicks abound in Blighty, or maybe Cornwall, all those pasties you know. Not sure if that is spelt correctly I mean the crusty things filled with meat and potatoes the Cornish miners took down the pit. Not the things that in politer days show girls wore on their nice bits.
Went to St Ives today and wandered through the streets, great old world shops filled with masses of tourist trap junk, a bit sad really.
Lots and lots of fat chicks, although some may have been German tourists, there was a bus load of the rude bastards who nearly knocked Di over to get to the Thai curry authentic Cornish pasties. I had to mention who won the war two or three times before they backed off.
Now Keith two in three fat chicks were leading a canine... I would have said dog but that may of caused confusion over who was leading who. I am guessing that the fat persons (see how P.C. I can be when I try) leading the canines where Brits.
So no U.S. bifocals mate Britain is full of fat chicks handle it.
Speaking of canines you people truly love your dogs, I think it is wonderful to see so many
People leading very well behaved dogs of all breeds through the streets. Much better than bloody children....
The Scarlet hotel in Mawgan Porth even has a resident mutt you can borrow to take down to the beach for a walk and look like a local. Jim please ban fat chicks.