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There was a wicked turnout at Bluewater with a lot
of new people for me to meet. I was pleased to see that
many brought hoodies to wear to rebel against Bluewater
security’s new anti-Chav dress code. It probably
didn’t help that we hung around in big groups,
mooning at people (that’ll be Tiny and Stu then)
and talking very loudly about Love Juice – I bet
those security cameras were trained on us all day but
probably not on Tiny or Stu’s arses.
Poor ‘ol Olly kept complaining that his
arm-in-sling was not getting him enough sympathetic
female attention, not even at Amadeus the night before,
although it did seem his luck was in with the young
female assistant on the Toyota stand. Oy oy!
Entertaining action photos of us all hangin’
out include Mad Marky having the time of his life pressed
between the bosoms of Gem and Summer and Gem proving
she doesn’t need alcohol when she can get high
on E-Numbers thanks to Fanta, which started me off in
a fit of hysterics. I was out to prove that begging
on the floor outside ‘The Sports Bar’ does
pay its way - it’s crazy what lengths you have
to go to these days to afford a KFC.
After lunch the guys thought it would be hilarious
to try and throw one of us ladies into the fountain
or was that a lame attempt at a wet t-shirt competition?!
This was probably the best fun I’ve ever had
at Bluewater without shopping - if not just for the
entertainment value!
Chavtastic!
Sezza
Big respect to Bluewater for providing a clean safe
shopping environment.
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