when i was a young lad,women were no allowed into pubs,and any women who ventured in to drag her husband home would get a dressing down from a priest for entering a den of iniquity.
when i was a young lad,women were no allowed into pubs,and any women who ventured in to drag her husband home would get a dressing down from a priest for entering a den of iniquity.
Totally agree. I suppose it's the people who grew up with social media all their lives.
My bro is a doc and started doing this on the side a couple of years ago. Now it's all he does, just botox and fillers. He can do nose jobs with fillers now and they're getting very popular as there's no op needed and eesily reversible. Absolutely cleans up. Plenty of fellas getting it done now too, especially people in the public eye, even older folk.
Totally agree. I suppose it's the people who grew up with social media all their lives.My bro is a doc and started doing this on the side a couple of years ago. Now it's all he does, just botox and fillers. He can do nose jobs with fillers now and th
So many are victims of the wannabe culture, TV programs which promote extreme vanity and selfishness and all participants are referred to as stars. Real housewives of everywhere you can think of and TOWIE type programs. False role models like Kardashians and Katie Price - the list is endless.
God knows what the pouty lip brigade will look like when they are older - fancy your grandmother looking like that.
So many are victims of the wannabe culture, TV programs which promote extreme vanity and selfishness and all participants are referred to as stars. Real housewives of everywhere you can think of and TOWIE type programs. False role models like Kardash
years ago young girls were thought to cook,and sew, and keep the house tidy,and try and catch a good man who had a job.if they caught a man they would let him have his wicked way with her (that's what they called it) and parents would give the good man a few quid to take their daughter of their hands if they got married. these young women had a way of catching the man.They would walk on front of the man they fancied and drop their handkerchief,if the man fancied the women he would pick up the handkerchief and return it to the young women and make a date to go for a walk to get to know each other.thats how the courtship would start. Nowadays the courtship starts when both parties are pi$$ed on the same night in the same pub.
years ago young girls were thought to cook,and sew, and keep the house tidy,and try and catch a good man who had a job.if they caught a man they would let him have his wicked way with her (that's what they called it) and parents would give the good m
i agree Leopard,I don't know what they are going to do until they find a cure or a vaccine,at the moment there is no chance of pubs reopening ,and if they did people would be reluctant to go to them for a while in case there was a second wave of this virus. i lot of them will go bust.
i agree Leopard,I don't know what they are going to do until they find a cure or a vaccine,at the moment there is no chance of pubs reopening ,and if they did people would be reluctant to go to them for a while in case there was a second wave of this
The first tattoo I can remember seeing on a woman was at the bus stop outside our local hospital. The woman in question used to live next-door to Peel street park in a pension bungalow with her husband I think he was local but she had a strange difficult to understand accent when we were kids we used to play knock an nash on their door she would come out and shout something in her unintelligible tongue this just encouraged us to do all the more. About 10 years later like I said I was at the bus stop when this by now very old lady crossed the road to get the bus as the bus came she started fumbling in her handbag for purse it was this point I noted some digits tatood on her wrist at first I thought bloody hell she's got a tattoo before the penny dropped she had been in a concentration camp
The first tattoo I can remember seeing on a woman was at the bus stop outside our local hospital. The woman in question used to live next-door to Peel street park in a pension bungalow with her husband I think he was local but she had a strange diffi