Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta

With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old "face" from the sixties a pin up gangster with a "mars bar" weal scraping his left cheek and of course two "wag" slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with "Bratz babe" stares and Gucci Handbags

Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go

Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy ..

We're all prostitutes sir we're all selling ourselves for something

..... this isn't some LA country rock jam reminiscing on the pyschtotropic pot pansies of Haight Ashbury . This is the soot and smut of London mate !

Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.

A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.

Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter

He was a boom boom shake the room " kind of guy

We pay people and reward them for greed and sleaze . When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure pay cheque and a tacky lingerie line....selling filth so you can get your face on Time magazine... From Jukebox

Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation

When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure payout and a line of tacky lingerie in the works