Found a ladies purse
outside the Driftwood Spars pub in St Agnes Cornwall. Had a quick look inside, loads of cash / cards, thought I recognised the name on the drivers licence in the see through pocket.
Took the purse into the pub and gave it to the landlord. He had a quick look at it and took it over to a couple sat eating in the corner of the pub. The barman spoke to them then pointed at me to say who had handed it it. I put my hand up to acknowledge the fact that one of them was about to come over and reward my honest actions.
Did they fuck.
Carried on eating as if nothing had happened.
It was Keren Woodward, slag, multi-millionaire 'singer' with Bananarama, and her wanker of a husband, multi-millionaire ex 'singer' with Wham, Andrew Ridgeley.
Tight fisted cunts, and I didn't even get to meet them. Cunts.

Lovely pub though.

... and I saw Frank Butcher from Eastenders putting his bins out on Corfu. This was before his death obviously.
( insignificantsnivellinglittleturd I Like Peas, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:20, 2 replies)

Agreed - lovely pub...
but I'm confused by this notion of Andrew Ridgley in a non-bumosexual relationship.
(nordelius, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:26, closed)

I'm confused by the idea that anyone would recognise Andrew Ridgely.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:38, closed)

I didn't recognise them, the barman told me who they were, and then my missus confirmed that it was the Ridgeley cunting asshole.
I've not bought a single Bananarama or Wham record since that day.
That'll teach 'em. Cunts.
( insignificantsnivellinglittleturd I Like Peas, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:40, closed)

If there's one person's bins that should be stayed about from
It's Frank Butcher.
(The Magic Number is neither magic nor a number, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 10:51, closed)