Club International Vol 23 No 01
English | JPG | 100 pages | 144 MB
Featuring Models:
Julia Hayes & Emma Caesari on the cover and in the ‘Lucy’ set
Rachel ter Horst as Rachel
Pauline Mason as ‘Girl of the Year’ Lisa
Romana has an MIR
Regina Hall as Annabel
Gail was also in 22-09
Nikki Dial as Nikki
Sharon Mackintosh as Sharon
Talkin’ Blue:
Alexandria, Elizabeth Johnson, Claire Turner, etc
Featuring Stories In This Issue: (Club International Vol 23 No 01)
Well, that’s Christmas over for another year; how was it for you? If it was anything like mine, you’ll be wishing they’d abolish it altogether. The season of goodwill to all men, eh? Not as far as I was concerned, mate. Not one invitation for dinner on the 25th arrived at the palatial Club HQ for yours truly —must’ve been delayed in the post, I guess. Christ, not even my Christian, non-smoking, teetotal, vegan, Buddhist sister invited me over this year — and boy, does she know how to party! No, I spent Christmas Day all on my lonesome this year. You should try it sometime —it’s fun. Honest. I had a prop-er tree too. Actually it was the last one they had in the shop and, sure, it didn’t have any foilage — but then I didn’t have to worry about cleaning up all those spiky needles, did I?
Anyway, dinner was nice. Really. I don’t go in for turkey, to be honest — they didn’t have any left at the butcher’s anyway, but I hate turkey. No, I thought I’d break with tradition this year, so I settled for something else. Cheese and tomato pizza, to be precise. With Paxo, of course. So there I was in front of the telly for the Queen’s speech at 3 o’clock; my party hat on, a can of warm lager in my hand and the crusty edges of the pizza by my side. You know, I can relate to the Royal family and their `anus horribilis’, my piles have been killing me all bloody week… Anyhow, the speech over, I settled down to watch the box; then disaster — a power cut. I couldn’t believe it — I was having such a great time time until that happened. Funnily enough, my neighbours didn’t seem to have the same problem — I mean, I could hear raucous laughter from behind their front door, and when I peeked through the letterbox they were having a roaring party. They must have thought I was going to stay with relatives or they would have invited me. I tried knocking, but then it went all quiet for some reason — my neighbours, eh? They’re completely bonkers, believe me. Still, I’m not the sort of man to let something like that get me down, so I pulled out my pen and pad and
