Hi Thor, I'm exhausted delivering all these leaflets lemon had printed advertising the club.
She promised me a life time supply of cheese and onion and a parakeet in lieu of wages, so I hope she comes across.
Mind you from what the punters say, she's very reliable in that area. Even the blokes down at the Kensington Barracks gave her ten out of ten on that score, and most of them bat for the other side, at least according to Brian Sewell.
I did a bit of fly posting too (I always try to keep my hand in) since I just happened to find a few cans of glue in my fanny pack, next to my lighter fluid, and my prescription amphetamine.
Bit hard trying to decide where to stick the rest of the leaflets , so after careful consideration and being fed up to the back teeth dragging that potato sack round, I plastered them all over the front of the Longchamp store and Liberty.
It looked very artistic even if I say so myself and it looked an improvement on all those scarves they have in the window. People started taking photos, I think they thought I was Banksy but then I heard some sirens in the distance so it was time to make a move.
Those posh shops always get loads of gawping tourists who can't afford to buy anything in them, so I thought if we could deprive them of their hard earned cash it's a win win! Look how well lemon did yesterday! Her fingers were red raw counting those fivers!
In fact the Captain, George and Jude are down there now. They found a few abandoned rickshaws and are going to start kidnapping, what? Oh, slip of the tongue Thor, I meant to say taxiing yes taxiing the tourists and bringing them straight here.
Genius or what!!
Let's celebrate!
Treble ginger beer with a rhubarb gin chaser, three packets of prawn quavers, and a Scotch egg please Thor. And have one yourself!
No, I didn't mean a drink Thor. Your bar prices at the Argy are horrendous. I meant you can have a Scotch egg.