thread dunno, I reckon that makes you sound worse than him
the hair was a bit much, but he seems to have basically beaten off (so to speak) the whole of 1970s Soho to get rich.
permalink Nah, I'm just a cunt.
He's a cunt's cunt.
permalink I'm all for calling folks cunts at the drop of a twat
but asking someone to move cos you can't breathe due to excess stink is hardly cunty. Especially when that cunts a cunt like the Fellow of String
permalink May the lord have mercy
on Stringy Pete
permalink hahaha

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permalink Just be careful
In Millets
permalink That tune was playing yesterday
as I drove round The Shade roundabout in Soham with me shouting that line to anyone who'd listen :D
permalink It was all anyone could smell.
And when you're paying £100 for a tasting menu of exquisite beauty prepared by Sarge himself, you want to be able to taste it.

There are plenty of other reasons Stringfellow was a cunting cunt's cunt, but this time it's personal.