No, not the sort of pointless drivel published by Ainsley (the world's most irritating man) Harriott or Delia (drunken rant) Smith; it says COCK BOOKS and that's what we are about here. Not boiling eggs and roast beef but cock.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Cockscomb Basin
A first entry for our newest colleague The Jungle Jinge. Or Ian Butterworth's close companion. Why you think you're going to find a Jaguar or any other sort of half-arsed "luxury" car in Cockscomb Basin is beyond me!
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