Greetings from Cockney Land!

[Darren]

It's called the Harp, and is near Charing Cross. All the top faces go there for a right royal carve up most nights.

After it's all gone off you can shake hands and share one of their lovely sausage sarnies, and a choice of well kept ales.

No nonces.

I'm only coming if I can sit at the top table.

Cunt!

 

[JJ Sefton]

It's called the Harp, and is near Charing Cross. All the top faces go there for a right royal carve up most nights.

After it's all gone off you can shake hands and share one of their lovely sausage sarnies, and a choice of well kept ales.

No nonces.

Aye, but you HAVE to wear a shirt and you HAVE to serenade the theatre goers and tourists with a rendition of "Shoreham Boys, we are 'ere...". Otherwise they chuck you out.

 

[South London Blade]

I'm only coming if I can sit at the top table.

Cunt!

Sit down whilst drinking?!?

Fucking nonce!!!

 

[Darren]

Sit down whilst drinking?!?

Fucking nonce!!!

Listen "mate", I can drink 22 pints and I don't even need to go to the fucking bog.

Puff!

 

[South London Blade]

Aye, but you HAVE to wear a shirt and you HAVE to serenade the theatre goers and tourists with a rendition of "Shoreham Boys, we are 'ere...". Otherwise they chuck you out.

And remember that the top boys only ever drink ladyboys in there.