no, haywards heath is that woman with dayglo leggings with a basket of beer she wheels around. dances outside iceland and is deaf. i heard the story of her pleasing some local boys by inserting a bottle in herself in exchange for a beer. cant remember her name for the life of me
I walk around Portslade with my meths out and stinking of cock.
In Bognor there is a freak with lank greasy hair in his 50's who walks the precincts pushing a bicycle with panniers adorned with pictures of Marilyn Monroe. He accentuates this by carrying another picture of the late Ms Monroe on the end of a wooden spoon and taking great delight in kissing it frequently in front of all and sundry.