There isn't a woman alive who's off his radar providing the price is right.Originally Posted by TH63
He's eagerly looking forward to laying his hands on some "Chrimbo crumpet" as he plots which office pub booze-ups to attend.
His motivation is to remove a pair of frilly kecks for the lowest possible cost. That's usually £0.00 so experienced is he at targeting the most unsteady and giggliest female in the bar. His maximum spend equates to whatever a glass of the cheapest lager is.
I asked him once whether he would break his own rules to facilitate throwing a leg over his ultimate fantasy figure, Lorraine Kelly (an annoying Scottish bint who's on breakfast telly). He gave the question some thought before uttering: "a tenner, maybe."
"A fecking tenner?!" I responded contemptuously. That caused some embarrassment. He shifted uneasily in his seat and puffed his cheeks out several times before responding grudgingly with: "well, between 15 and 20 quid, then."
What a rotten cheapskate that guy is!
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