Soho Screamer part 3 – Traffic People
So the dress that was taken in for DNA testing. It was fuchsia (not red PC Kent) and was the one dress I knew I could rely on to cover Maxine my budda belly without being black. I loved that dress. Oh the adventures we have had with dress! It flatters without being slutty. A […]
Soho screamer part 2 – The police
Continued from Soho Screamer Part 1 So the next day I’ve updated my Facebook page about what happened. I’m encouraged by friends to report it. I can’t be bothered. I just want to put it behind me. But what if he’s a repeat offender? I feel guilt about him doing it to someone else. Replaying […]
Soho screamer part 1
A typical Saturday night Last Saturday didn’t start well. I went to a wedding expo. I was already traumatised. But that was by women. I bounce back. I’m resilient to the effects of lace and satin and bad cake. (This is sarcasm) That night I went to Soho for a leaving do. One of my […]