News reaches us that Dicky Barnbrook almost had his back doors kicked in while down in the Vallies.
Missing a tooth does not stop Darling Dicky getting me all hot and unnecessary at the thought of one of Britain's finest gay film director's haivng been within sniffing distance of my poo.
Now that the horrible and detestable old tart that goes by the name of Simone is getting rodgered up the wrong hole by Mark Collett, may we suggest that Dicky comes around to the caravan for a good old fashioned cup of tea and a tea-bagging?
