[babycakes]

The final date of the evening was a bit of a surprise. When George Galloway and Peter Burns arrived, both in skin fitting lycra, a least two of the customers ran to the loo in order to vomit. The queue for the Ladies was three times longer by the time they heard George purring inside the Love Shack, and mewling "would you like me to be the cat ?". This wouldn't be good for the Coffee Shop; it now had a faint aroma of sick (and they had only just got rid of the stench of bitter Almonds).