When I was 'resting' in my thesping days one of my many p/t jobs was in a video shop. The sort of ex-newsagent corner shop types that were everywhere in the 80s. One evening Liz Fraser came in with a hotel type, she was staying at a nearby hotel and they didn't have any videos she liked. She wanted to watch something that we hadn't got, so she went searching the shelves for something else to watch. Every so often she stop and say ... 'Ooh, I'm in that' ... before finally plumping for something that took her fancy. The hotel type paid using his membership and off they went. The film she took was .... Confessions Of A Driving Instructor .... I imagined at the time that this hotel chap was curled up in Liz's room with her watching her prance about in that black negligee. Ho hum ...
Bats.
"Do you know why fattries are called fattries .... it's because they are big and people make things in them."
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