By 'eck, we don't half get into some scrapes!
I've been compared to many peoples over the years, many inexplicable. Dustin Hoffman, Dave Vanian, etc.
But Boy George?
Now, there were many humerous adventures down the Whatacunt tonight. I would regail you with them all, but the highlight was being threatened with a duffing up by Jimmy Somerville.
We'd come out, and a triplicity of peoples somehow joined our group, one of whom bore a likeness to the Bronski meat Beater, who was clearly looking for a fight.
Presumably because his diminutive Small Town Boy Gay look needing beefing up a bit, so he was trying to be so macho. Like that Sin Eater who nobbed Simon Cowell. or something.
Anyhoo, as we made out way up King's Street, he began insulting us one by one. One of us in particular. After averting many bear fisticuffs, we managed to separate the goader & someone else.
But alas, the sarky Somerville kept on needling at Stewie, and began creeping up behind to get a fight on.
So foolishly, everyone's favourite Chivalrous Kerniggit In Shining Ordure stepped between, to keeps them apart. But in his rage to attack, he barged past me and decided to turn his wrath upon the Xym.
"Do you want some then, Boy George? Fuck you, yeah"
Unfortunately, I was so creased up in hilarity at such an out of the blue incomprensible insult, I missed his so-called mate decide to take action, and jump on him. Upon which he fled like a little girl, and all I could think was Small Town Boy "Run Away, turn away, run away, turn away, run awaaaay", and further mirthings commenced.
Unfortunately for him, both his "mates" and someone else raced after him and gave him a right good kicking.
He wasn't so gobby or goading for a fight after that.
But he had lost his shoe, which made me laugh even more.
I should have stepped in and stopped it, but to be honest - he did deserved it. And it was well funny.
It's always an adventure when we go out.
