was wanting to impress Rosie, impress her so those silk knickers she leaves drying on the radiator in her living room, would be lying on the bedroom floor in Apple Lane next to my M&S boxer shorts, as we made a beast with two backs. But it never worked out like that. She likes the finer things in life does Rosie, like bread with poppy seeds on and tea that tastes like someone's poured perfume in it. She even gets Paris Vogue, she was the talk of Barnsley high street when she ordered that. Jimmy the Newsagent, who has bits of porridge on he overly long moustache and extraordinary thin legs for a fat man, thought Paris Vogue played for Arsenal. It's in French of course but being fancy and wearing silk knickers and eating poppy seed bread,