When I first read this, I thought it said that she loves to feel crisps across her face. I was wrong, that would be Croydon woman.
When I first read this, I thought it said that she loves to feel crisps across her face. I was wrong, that would be Croydon woman.
To be honest (and [MENTION=5200]Buzzer[/MENTION] has met her) but my ex lived in Hove and this could sum her up quite magnificently.
Of course its pretentious ****ing poncy shitty nonsense.
Of course its pretentious ****ing poncy shitty nonsense.
"The Brighton man is strong, intelligent, but a bit whiny. He desires to be submerged in beer, chicks and bottle of lube, and experience the finer joys of life. When he runs, he loves last night's crisps in his face in the morning with a breeze coming from behind him, with his heart pounding to the beat of last night's earworm. He adores the taste of morning coffee, but not that dark and nostalgic Nescafé runny shit - flat whites only. His senses are alive as his train is late again, while his boot radiates up the nearest SASTA manager. He believes there is more in his world than this pile of old bollocks - he desires adventure and fun. And his f*cking train to run on time."
I dont even know what a flat white is!