There was a bit of a scuffle at the end last night when one of the Chippendale's thongs, unable to take the strain, snapped and hit a large woman in the eye.
She headed towards him muscles rippling and red faced. His ardour soon subsided and he fled and was last seen running down Pigstrotter Alley with an Amazonian type woman chasing him. She was delivering a parcel at the same time.
Preston Davey, another baby P.
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