It seems disgraced Conservative Parliamentary candidate and Cleadon and East Boldon councillor David Potts is up to his old tricks again. Pudgy Face has only been back in town around 2 weeks and his dick has already got the better of him.
Last Thursday Potts appeared all suited up looking for a shag pint in The Mile. After downing his first alcohol fix in rapid fashion, he proceeded to have an “altercation” with a female member of the public enjoying a quite drink.
Billy Bunter went to relieve himself via the gents, only to be confronted by said lady’s boy friend who threatened to “relieve” Pottsy of his head! In true cowardly fashion, Potts did a runner, only to phone the police and the pub. His claim – that as a member of the Licensing Committee he should not be confronted by the public in such a way. In order to protect his honour (and head) he wanted the Old Bill to view CCTV footage and act accordingly.
What an abuse of power. Porky’s degree of self-importance knows no bounds – seems the locals didn’t know who he was!
Also the fountain as well is a frequent stop over. He says his “girl friend” lives near by. However, the Malcoms also drink here and DP is often spotted talking to them!
Hi, my name is Kat Campbell and I work in the Red Lion, Boldon and live above it with my partner who is the pub manager. David Potts gets in from time to time and is a top bloke. I regard him as a good mate. Your attacks upon him are way off the mark.
And before you start, Mr M, NO David has not asked me to post this comment. I am simply aware of the utter crap you have spread about him and feel the need to give you an alternative view.
I hope you will appreciate that I have the balls to at least give my name and details, rather than hiding behind your pathetic and rather sad cloak of anonymity. The saving grace is that I suspect DP has better things to do than read your nasty little blog.
Also realise that despite your comments to the contrary, this is not some fool you are dealing with. I would hate to be in your shoes when his Lawyers discover your true identity. Defamation suits don’t come cheap you know!
Good of you to stop by Kat. You must be the fool that takes his messages for him.
I agree with you, Pudgy Face has better things to do with his time than read this nasty blog, like getting pissed.
The stats show he stops by around a dozen times a day but doesn’t stay too long, just long enough to feed his obsession.
You need to understand Potts has no lawyers, other than the goon who rings up trying to intimidate people by pretending to be his lawyer.
Ask him about his friend at Carter Ruck, the one that sends letters on Pudgy’s behalf. Ask him if the person’s boss knows what’s going on?
Tell Tory Boy to bring it on his lawsuit, at least that way everything about him will be out in the open and the papers will have a field day. So will I because he’ll be finished.
As for me, monkeys spent most of their life swinging from tree to tree and rarely call anywhere home. It’s a big jungle out there and Mr Monkey knows every inch of it, even where to hide!
Simple, buddy. Name yourself
I’ll make it easy for you, I’ll stop by this afternoon with a friend.
UPDATE. I’ll be in around 3.30pm pet.
Pottsy reads this all day man Kat, don’t let him bullshit you. He’s obsessed by it, he rabbits on about it everywhere he goes.
does potts even work? where’s he get all this dough for his fantasy legal team??
He’s a fat fucker these days isn’t he?
I’ve just set up a new taxi firm called wifebasher taxis
I’ve got a joke for you…
Fuck your jokes, you’re a cunt.
The simplest way to get the most food possible at a buffet is to take along your own plate.
Anyone want a bit of pork?
Calm down everyone.
Did someone mention children and young people? I’ll get me camera!
I turned up to full council today, as required, but they turned me away and said I wasn’t a councillor.
I was like- “What the fuck? You let arthur meeks in”
Oh Kay, I hope you havent fallen victim to Pottsies charms. He may seem like a bit of a charmer, but don’t expect any romantic hotel getaways.
He prefers a quick poke in the bushes behind the pub (you know, the one with a little pathway through them?), then slipping back to the bar for some scampi fries and a quadroople vodka, with a gin mixer.
No ice, though, he’s cool enough.
I’ve got a surgery next Tuesday at 10am, at the hospital. The public are not urged to come along.
I might not pull through.
Please remove the comment that has been fabricated under my name at 10:52 pm
This is a fairly immature little blog site, now isn’t it? Muckraking at its best, or would that be worst.
Great blog! Pottsy went down a storm up here in Embra. Much missed, ooops I meant, pissed!