Dunno, I never move outta this country 

Concrete jungle.

 

 

 

Full of default clueless wankers.

And if you don't think Marley was the man.

 

I've produced the evidence,

Only been to Marbella once, (my mum was in some v, v nice, posh hospital there)

For the most part, one of the last places on earth I would want to revisit: not impressed by flash cars, flash people, flashing their cash

It's a parade Supes for the brain dead.

No carbs til marbs.

 

We've got a live one 

One of my least good looking male friends, (I know that's a really horrible thing to say, but, he was, by anyone's standards, not attractive!) did well on the 'Marbella' scene...except when he was repeatedly screwed for all of his money!  

There's the moral.

 

North west of Mallorca any day.

 

I run a pension fund up there 

What am I saying  

Or don't be so silly to think some semi vacuous but gorgeous looking woman with £ signs in her head would be interested in you

The man I'm talking about, (one of my uni' friends/housemates') was a part of that there 'marbella' telebox programme!

No woman, no cry!

You've lost me Supes.

 

But i am often lost  

 

It's a dark den of iniquity though..

1973.

 

Can you take that in?

 

I can't.

 

Different league.

 

Perfect harmony.

 

 

 

 

F*** me , I've lost you! Marks this in gaga history

Gorgeous! 

I'm off now, ngb

*checks pits*

 

night supes

What do you think Cagney?

You need a penpal in Gozo.

 

Love you.

I saw a tv show tonight that was filmed in Marbella; it was a place in the sun type show where germaine defoe's bird was looking at posh pads for them. At one viewing she said "I'm not too sure about that wallpaper" (or something to that effect) To which the presenter replied "it's marble"

I saw that Sweet.

 

Window shopping.