It may or may not have come to your attention that I am in a porn film. I shit you not. This is it, actually "The Cockwell Inn", just out recently. I hasten to add that at no point did I actually get my kit off or do anything unhygenic. I was merely an extra in a couple of scenes playing a sad loner at the bar. Typecast again. Nor did I actually get paid anything, unless you count a few cans of warm Stella. I did get to watch a couple of hours of the hard stuff, though, through a gap in the curtains. It was a rather messy 3-way, and I'm never going to sit on that couch in the pub again.PS: 'The Cockwell Inn' cider is supposed to be really good. Fnarr fnarr...
4 comments:
I knew you had one great movie in you.
I bet people are sniffing that couch right now.
"I bet people are sniffing that couch right now."
That's the sequel sorted then.
After they finished, did they let everyone out through the back door?
Goodness me, I thought you were such a good boy.
:)
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