on 6 November 2012
I can't think of a more fitting tribute to the great Mike Morris, who's distinctive prominent moustache, relaxed manner and laid-back style made him a broadcasting force to be reckoned with. Although this great man is only mentioned briefly in Mr. Perry's latest erotic blockbuster, it just shows how much this great man has influenced and enriched all of our lives. His talent, spirit and wisdom live on in our hearts and souls. He will be missed.
on 5 November 2012
Yet another Tour de France of Erotic fiction from the sick, sick pen of B P Perry.
Yet again, I was forced to pay the price of a loaf of bread to get my kicks because as a woman I'm not allowed to get free filth on the internet, I have to pay for it in textual form. That way it's acceptable, see?
If you like very literal games of hide the sausage, swathes of bum wadding and unspeakable tricks with a banana, this is the book for you.
My only criticism is that there were absoulutley no shades of grey in this book. I am unsure as to whether this matters in the great scheme of things though. There weren't any vampires either, more's the pity.
on 8 November 2012
For less than the price of a teaspoon of lager in That Bloody London, you can get your virtual hands on this virtual Viagra of a virtual 'e' (electronical) 'book'.
Joking apart, this is extremely amusing. I'm not being funny but this made me laugh. It's no joke to say that this will make you chortle*.
*if you're a character from a comic or something.