A Visit from Vicky....

This is my friend Vicky. I met her through my "gay husband" James.

She is a little bit county, little bit rock n roll, but we love her and crazy white locks, zipping around in her yellow wheels...... playing Edith Piaf and singing along at the top of her smoke affected husky voice.

She loves nothing more than a ciggie and a shandy. She can only have a couple as she gets a little..... well...... rowdy and has been known to be a bit suggestive to the gorgeous young "boys" behind the bar.... but bless them, they put up with Lady as she is always making everyone laugh.

But, be aware... if you get in the wrong side of dear old Vicky... her tongue is like a whip, her words are like acid, it would sting like pee on an open wound......

But.... WATCH OUT....the odd ashtray can be seen flying across the room.... to..... some..... poor..... unfortunate........ soul.......... that obliviously Vicky did not like.