Keep the faith Ebbie.

Look Steve, I had just got the ferry over from Fleetwood, had a jar or few in The Bourne Arms and the fecking ferry had finished for the day.   The landlord was expecting me to settle my tab so out through the bogs window and over to the club. Lil was sat there, looking pretty                   wrecked and any port in a storm and all that. She asked if I fancied her so I mentioned my initial positive thought that she didn't sweat much for a fat lass. That's it really.   I promised her salvation and minimum wage. Who wouldn't fall for that? You'd have to walk to Preesall to get a better deal.