Certain South Tyneside councillors love nothing more than an away day in London, especially when the council throws in a First Class rail journey, an overnight allowance of £120 quid and the chance of a pint whilst getting up close and personal to some of the dirtiest slappers a quid can buy.
These pillars of society blood sucking perverts con their loved ones into thinking that they’re away at a conference or on a training course when all the time their minds are on some tart who’ll drop her knickers and do all sorts of lewd things with a mars bar, a tub of Vaseline, a can of shaving foam and a box of balls – and all this for the price of a couple of Gazettes.
Apparently our local councillors love nothing more than congregating in a sleazy pub called the Flying Scotsman which is next door to Kings Cross railway station.
Anyone who knows London will tell you what a seedy place Kings Cross is and how some of Eastern Europe’ most desperate and destitute women scratch a living by entertaining depraved and perverted scum.
The pub is boarded up on the outside and is dark and dingy on the inside and is reputed to have the worst toilets in the world. Once inside it won’t be long before you’ll see a girl writhing around on the tiny raised stage as another one circulates the room with a plastic pint pot collecting loose change. It amazing what a quid will get you these days.
House rules are so simple even a fuckwit like councillor Jimmy ‘The Donkey’ Sewell can understand them – urh, the more that goes in the pot, the more that comes off – and the more obscene the presentation.
It’s amazing what a desperate woman can do with a with a box of ping pong balls – but more of that later!