Folkestone on popbitch

Not real popbitch (ie the popbitch newsletter), just something someone just posted on the board. I repeat it here for your delectation and delight:

Meanwhile, on the last train out of Charing Cross on Saturday night...

Your actual Cheryl Baker out of Bucks Fizz (and thinning hair advertisements) being accosted by a horde of very drunk 40-something Folkestone slappers on their way home from the Scissor Sisters gig in Trafalgar Square. She was utterly charming to them, posed for photos, put up with their rambling ‘80’s reminiscences, guard-defying smoking, mobile phones playing out Snow Patrol on speakerphone etc. And got off at Sevenoaks with her friends. One of the more battle-scarred ladies got off with a likely lad from Dover whose technique included the classic exchange: "43 are you? Well I’d still do yer up the arse" "Oooh don’t you be so rude, young man" "Oh, sorry, I thought you said you was from Folkestone..." Cheryl laughed.

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