An awful day 2

Becky Binz-Comely was having an awful day. The news that evil rapist, John Worboys, was to be released after only 9 years, was a body-blow to all put-down, privately-educated, female Oxbridge graduates everywhere. 

She could have been in that cab! Imagine those filthy oik hands clawing at her couture! Oh! 

Of course Becky believed in rehabilitation. Of course she knew there were far too many (almost all working-class men) in prison. Of course muggers and burglars, especially black ones, were products of broken homes and an uncaring, racist society. 

But men like Worboys were the scum of the earth, and should be castrated, or at the very least locked up and the key thrown away. Only language his sort understood. 

He'd even had the cheek to plead not guilty and force a survivor to testify! No woman should ever have to prove her accusations! She should just be believed!


No longer a danger to the public? Experts on the parole board? Pah! What did they know? Crimes against wome…

An awful day

Becky Binz-Comely was having an awful day. It was that time of the month; Christmas was over; it was pissing down and freezing; the delayed train was steaming with sodden, standing commuters. 

Becky did what any well-brought-up young lady from Penge would do: she abused a near-minimum-wage oik in a cheap polyester uniform. 'You there...'.

It was only a hundred years from Passchendaele, when great grandmama had sat, crocheted, suffraged and sang 'We don't want to lose you, but...'. Becky was very proud of her heritage.

This oik was not cannon-fodder, though: imagine Becky's chagrin when he did not cringe; imagine her horror when he actually answered back! 'Honey'!

Becky was outraged. Becky was appalled. The struggle for women's rights was far from over. Had great-grandmama suffraged for this? Until a young, very well-brought-up female graduate could be heard in respectful silence, until her entirely justified complaints were met with bowing and scraping …

Over my knee, Miss Li

I have to recommend this naughty rogue
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Farewell the Philippines

Farewell the Philippines, what can one write of pata, beaches, beauties every night? Needs must recover quick! Back to 广东 and Sanying Spa Resort, where weary schlong

can longer bathe in waters nature's blessed and Rooster year seen in by broody rest A place of peace and quiet in this great nation enlivened by amusing mistranslation

Winter blues: Zamboanguita



Delicious sinful unctuous pata yar!

Cebu - Dumaguete

You know it's not a major route
when your plane's like this