Friday evening commute, passing under Wellington Arch with the nodder peloton. To my delight, Michael Denzil Xavier Portillo is wondering across the path in the midst of an enormous and grotesque yawn. As I passed behind him, ''Practising for cock, Portillo''
Friday evening commute, passing under Wellington Arch with the nodder peloton. To my delight, Michael Denzil Xavier Portillo is wondering across the path in the midst of an enormous and grotesque yawn. As I passed behind him, ''Practising for cock, Portillo''