“Fucks sake!” I cursed but well, where else was I getting laid, like the bible basher said, churlish to refuse, so that why I was at it with a fifty something granny as the train rolled through Corrour and Rannoch, the most pointless fucking stations in the middle of fucking nowhere you ever did fucking see. xxx “Enjoy your fuck?” I asked. “Yes,” she said with a massive grin, “Bye! “It’s not kicking out time yet!” I protested. “This that cunt Saville’s gaff?” I asked. “No, no fucking way,” I said, “When I fucking said fucking I was fucking swearing,” I said and thought a bit, “Well if you’re offering.”
“You are so outrageous!” she said, “I am Gretchen.”
“John, Johnno Allthwaite,” I added. “Moira,” he shouts, “We’ve Mr Allthwaite here, come to help us.”
This scotswoman
