February 2012
11 posts
That time I saw Dane Bowers in a low rung strip...
I know you look at me and think I must frequent dead glamourous places where opals fall from the sky and people waltz round on unicorns, but that is not very true at all. In reality on the rare occasions that I actually leave the house, the places I end up at are as unsavoury and obscure as, well, Croydon. Now before you go thinking I’m a regular at Tiger Tiger I’ve only been there...
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