Not real popbitch (ie the popbitch newsletter), just something someone just posted on the board. I repeat it here for your delectation and delight:
Meanwhile, on the last train out of Charing Cross on Saturday night...
Your actual Cheryl Baker out of Bucks Fizz (and thinning hair advertisements) being accosted by a horde of very drunk 40-something Folkestone slappers on their way home from the Scissor Sisters gig in Trafalgar Square. She was utterly charming to them, posed for photos, put up with their rambling 80s reminiscences, guard-defying smoking, mobile phones playing out Snow Patrol on speakerphone etc. And got off at Sevenoaks with her friends. One of the more battle-scarred ladies got off with a likely lad from Dover whose technique included the classic exchange: "43 are you? Well Id still do yer up the arse" "Oooh dont you be so rude, young man" "Oh, sorry, I thought you said you was from Folkestone..." Cheryl laughed.
This is part of my website The Folkestone Gerald that I built in a fury of excitement when we first moved here sometime in 2004. I'd been a frequent visitor for a while previous to that so I am technically one of those DFLs you get nowadays. The site was a lot more dynamic with a gig calendar and voting for favourite places and stuff, and I know it was a useful resource for those who were thinking of moving to the area. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though only to Hythe) it doesn't get as much love as it used to. Ironic really as The town is becoming the exciting place we knew it was about to become. I am not Gerald by the way, this comes from a pretend paper in an episode of The Day Today or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local paper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are GRATE aren't they? Do get in touch if you have something to offer, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on the twitter.