It’s true. A well known author who has come to prominence in this country in recent months - although I can’t name names obviously. At first I thought she was a journalist, but it turns out that she isn’t.
Anyway, I saw her smoking crack a few weeks ago down in the laneway between Dawson St and Frederick St, with a load of homeless blokes. She took a fair few hits off the pipe too, fair play to her. But then she puked all over her Manolo Blahnik shoes, got the spins and passed out.
The homeless blokes then rode her over a wheelie bin.*
I was going to step in and help but they were all on crack, and I feared for my safety and the safety of those close to me. I recorded it on my phone, but then I got worried about bluetooth hackers and deleted it.
But I saw it. And you can’t prove that I didn’t. I now demand a book deal.
*this may or may not be me ’sexing up’ the story
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I thought homeless blokes could only afford cheap vino. A well known Mary Coughlan song comes to mind - I can’t think why !
so cynical for one so young…….hehehe
You’ve sexed it up WAY to much
And there is no sex in this story. Why not?
The ‘lovemaking’ scene involves the wheelie bin, Waitress.
I loved that flipping guess who game when I was a kid back in the 80s…the 80s…
I thought you sexed the story up succinctly so.
Just as a side, under what possible circumstances could the presence of WMDs make anything ’sexier’? Some pretty wierd fetishes down at No.10