©Photographer: UnknownIt's not often one manages to catch up with The BossLady-Who-Brings-Fear-Unto-All- Regardless-Of-How-Much-Cowering-and-Bowing-And-Scraping-One-DoesTM on one of her weekend days of obligation.
But here she is out a-preachin' the good word to the down-and-outs of old London town, and bringing them soup and whatnot.
"It's a bit like street Dev Revs", she says. "You know - Look at your life you miserable specimen. Buck your ideas up. Cut that hair and get some styling product in it. Haven't you got ANY plans to get yourself out of the hole you've dug for yourself? - That kind of thing."
Admirable indeed, I have to say.
No, I really do have to, for fear of retribution.
But, possibly lose the t-shirt, eh, Ma'am?
But here she is out a-preachin' the good word to the down-and-outs of old London town, and bringing them soup and whatnot.
"It's a bit like street Dev Revs", she says. "You know - Look at your life you miserable specimen. Buck your ideas up. Cut that hair and get some styling product in it. Haven't you got ANY plans to get yourself out of the hole you've dug for yourself? - That kind of thing."
Admirable indeed, I have to say.
No, I really do have to, for fear of retribution.
But, possibly lose the t-shirt, eh, Ma'am?
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