Cony…
Cony…
Cony…
ConyBeare…
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Emma Conybeare…
Well fuuck me, Slap that sh1t into Google and you strike gold!!!:w00t:…she’ll **** in her hand if she ever knew but fuuck it…
So, There i was going through twitter last night when it suddenly dawned on me…its 21:20…she’ll be on the telly now fuuck fuuck fuuck…i’m at work in the middle of Soho sat on my bike drinking Tropicana (the orange one) and no Tv or anything…i’m gonna miss it…noooooooo!!!.
Panic struck me as i fumbled for my iPhone. There’s a neat little app i downloaded months ago called TVCatchup. and if i was gonna be able to get a gimps of Cony, i mean Emma, then ide have to get my ass in gear…Top box open, slap it on the little shelf inside from the open lid…bish bash bosh…fuucking result
Now we all know what Soho is like on a Sat night, outside Ronnie Scot’s is a fuucking mare at the best of times so i couldn’t hear ****…couple of Lady boys scrapping about hair on one side of me, while all the posh twats dribble down their dates as they staggered by pretending to be masters of the universe so they may get their fingers wet on the way home on the other side of me…usual ****.
So out came the helmet with the Intercom Scala Rider and there i had my own complete cinema…jobs fuucking jobbed…
As i watched the show eating munchies with my helmet on,big grin on my face and drinking orange juice with a top box open outside Ronnie Scot’s in Soho on a Sat night while at work. I had an overwhelming feeling that i should punch the air and lift my leg up while screaming ‘‘Com on girl, whooooo!!!’’ as she glided down the stairs with her red dress on. This was fuucking game on and my gut began to get tight.
As the episode played out, i got called to another job so i missed the second half of the show but will i be dammed if i wasn’t thinking about that chick in the tiny red dress all the way through.
To cut a long story short, the job had finished and i was again at a loose end, so being a sh1t i proceeded to do a little digging around. It don’t take a rocket scientist to click a few links on the old twitter page and get some basic info.
Emma Conybeare was the name, and she works just around the corner from were i was parked up (outside rolls royce in mayfair)…she lived in pompy but now in London and she’s a recruitment consultant in sales…hmmm…she’s a recruitment consultant…in sales…in mayfair…ok…
Fighting to keep her on my pedestal, it suddenly dawned on me that she is one of many just trying to get famous. She’s been on one show and will therefore walk around flicking people off and snubbing the likes of me as i’m just another biker floating around London’s streets. I don’t know this chick from adam, but just an impression i get from tweets ect.
As i accepted the realization that this chick would rather eat a tramps ass than show any acknowledgement towards me, i sat and pondered listening to my iPod and you know what come on?
you really fuucking couldn’t make it up…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Qg3rQfeZv4
I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER OWNING THIS SONG!!!:w00t:
smiled.
