NOT Interested.
I've become more choosy, as I await my free bus-pass to arrive.
I've decided that the essential qualifications for any woman who wants a 'nice piece of pork' from me must have no GCSE's, loads of cheap bling, fake Burberry coat (aren't fakes and the real thing both made in China??) and absolutely essentially, an ASBO for, er, nocturnally 'bothering' the neighbours.
Oh, Manchester's out. Mutht be an Ethex lath.
But, at my age, I can't be fuc*king arsed. (er, oops...)