Samantha Formby Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

Dark side of George Formby: the marriage from hell, the affairs and drug addiction

A notorious womaniser married to an alcoholic battleaxe with a prostitute for a grandmother and a bigamist for a father, George Formby was hardly the sort of star you’d expect the Queen to.

So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Formby, you wild little place, you’ve got my heart.

Percy French remembered in Formby this weekend