There I was, sitting in a dimly lit bar on Wood Street, discussing giant prawns and post-coital habits with two slightly tipsy, very giggly, ladies
This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
There I was, sitting in a dimly lit bar on Wood Street, discussing giant prawns and post-coital habits with two slightly tipsy, very giggly, ladies