Sludge

[Organ Morgan.]

His modus operandi - and why he's anxious to get another hound - is to visit areas where dog walking is popular. Another prop is his crutch to go with an exaggerated limp. He engages lone women in everyday discourse before implying the gammy leg resulted from a hush-hush derring-do mission on behalf of HM Government.

Those whose instincts fail them end up at his bedsit swigging from a glass of White Lightning cider which masks the bitter taste of rohypnol. Two hours later they awake confused, disheveled and wondering to themselves why their ring feels sore.

[Mr Soul '68]

Those whose instincts fail them end up at his bedsit swigging from a glass of White Lightning cider which masks the bitter taste of rohypnol. Two hours later they awake confused, disheveled and wondering to themselves why their ring feels sore.[/QUOTE]

I would have thought ol' sludgey would have taken any ring that they were wearing off, and headed pronto to his nearest Cash Generators. Spend the money on more White Lightning, Special Brew, and crap music CDs hehehe