We were flirting on the way, linking arms and teasing each other and play fighting and we chatted away in a bar in Earls Court
So yeah, I mean, that story wasn’t relevant to my point at stumbling at the first hurdle. Well, it is for Shamone and her skank I guess, but I was a mere pawn in that scab pile cesspit of poor behaviour.
I have stumbled at the first hurdle a few times, or even managed to get over the first hurdle, only conoce mujeres de Ghana to stagger a little, try desperately to keep running and ultimately end up bloody kneed and bashed on the floor, alone and bewildered.