“ A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite. ”
Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta
~ Saira Viola
With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old face from the sixties a pin up gangster with a mars bar weal scraping his left cheek and of course two wag slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with Bratz babe stares and Gucci Handbags
Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got
In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go
