B.A.P. Report from Sally, and Here Comes Trev!
Jesus. Up to my eyeballs in B.A.P. ‘Up for it’ pigeons rocking up from all over. Last weekend Sally went to Walthamstow to do her report. Sounds like she had a right weird time of it – ended up at Walthamstow Dog Track…
She reckoned there were loads of freaky dogs like this:
Even worse, they were wearing poncy fucking waistcoats chasing a rabbit with a stick up its arse. Jesus Christ.
Pollution wise tho, Sally said: “Surprisingy, Walthamstow smelt ok, till I got to the dog track.”
Cheers for that one Sally.
So – I’ve been busy making plans for Trev. Trev’s a mate who’s coming to visit all the way from ‘Up North’ – wherever that is…
This is Trev:
Bit of a blogger himself, he got in touch a while back. Now he’s on his way down to ‘do London’. Mart’s wetting it.
He’s into the B.A.P. thing and totally anti the whole ‘just send pigeons up there and hope for the best’. Dude. Bring it on.