Elizabeth Lancing Whore ❤️

About Bristol

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

Lancing on a map

Turns out, he’s trying to impress some girl. Classic Dave. So, we’re out there, and he’s struggling to get this thing in the air. I’m laughing so hard, I nearly choke on my scone. Then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. The kite goes flying, and Dave’s just standing there, mouth agape. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a bird, it’s a kite!”

Run report for Lancing Beach Green parkrun event #248 – 26th April 2025