Not having made the greatest of efforts to dress-up unlike many of the walking dead traipsing around central London, the Flea had astutely purchased some devil's tridents which were usefully employed as girl-prodding devices in the club (yielding various responses ranging from witchy indignation to spooky sauciness).
Over-enthusiastic prodding meant the Flea had to recycle his broken weapon...

No comments:
Post a Comment