Who’s been eating my porridge?
Barney, the Big Gay Bear, likes to tell Tizzy about his exploits in great detail. I think that she thinks that his stories of cruising Teddy picnics and cottage full of bear-chasers sound quite sweet; like goldilocks in leather.
“Where’s the Christmas do?” He asked.
“The Burton Hall. You know near Asda.”
Barney started grinning and giggling to himself. “I have had some fun in the toilets in the Asda car-park on a Sunday morning.”
Reason 22 to shop at Morrisons.