Our eponymous lout loving hero has hitherto been firmly concealed under a cloak of anonymity, unbroken and impenetrable. But no-one can hide forever and the first chinks in his veil of invisibility are emerging.
Maybe more recent pictures will come to light in the fullness of time - after all I thought I'd destroyed all the ones of me drinking Carling, so it can happen - but for now this exclusive will have to do.
You gotta start as you mean to go on. Lout pedigree confirmed I'd say and ain't he sweet?
EAVESDROPPING ON BANTER IN BODLE STREET GREEN
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November 2024. Bodle Street Green. East Sussex. Mrs RM jumped at the chance
to tick the White Horse Inn; 5 minutes from where she used to visit her
aunt in...
12 hours ago
4 comments:
Quite recent, that one matey. Love it.
He's rather older than he sounds in his postings!
Yes, are you sure that's not his more mature elder brother?
When I grow up (season, mature, grow old, become an old man, accept decrepitude), fella's, I'll no doubt love dumpy pubs and pints of pong.
Until then, rattling the lass and necking cheap lout is what youth was created for.
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