Back in the day, dear old Norman Lamont was the MP for Kingston (constituencies may have changed boundaries for means of ease, gerrymandering and general tomfoolery. Please check your ballot paper). No doubt loved by the posh folk on the hill, he may have been less well accepted by the constituents elsewhere.

Round about 1991, I was walking down by Kingston riverside, probably heading to a pub. A shopping centre had just been opened, John Lewis no less. With a Waitrose in the basement. What joy!

As I came up to this new development, some suits were visible in the distance. Serious suits. The Norm was visible.

On cue, the door of The Outrigger (dodgy pub at the best of times, unfortunately now demolished) opened, revealing a nicely tattooed gent, who ran towards the suits, shouted "you fat cunt"' and promptly disappeared back in the pub.

Good call.
(groover j lazerus, Sun 3 May 2015, 19:53, 1 reply)

I used to work opposite the outrigger and often had a few pints in there
don't think it was me that called Norman Lamont a fat cunt though
( broadsword w⚓, Sun 3 May 2015, 22:50, closed)