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A perennial bullshitter who's creativity knows no bounds.
Mark is a real Jay. He claims he's an accomplished aviation engineer with 9-years experience under his belt courtesy of his time with TLD Aviation and Airspace, a sales accociate with a company that rents electric cars, owns his own building company, only dates 10/10's on Tinder, sells high end art at half it's real value from his garage, is a qualified accountant - where his 'various' roles included: credit controller, processing tenancy agreements, and referencing - and yet as one of the rising stars of the club scene, still finds time to dominate the house music scene, by playing to 'fans (over 1000, apparently) all over the world'.
A poem is a piece of writing that uses imaginative words to share ideas, emotions or a story with the reader.Many poems have words or phrases that sound good together when they are read aloud. Most poems for children rhyme or they have rhythm.
For example:
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
'My dick to your mouth, that's creation' - That Wes P is a lyrical genius, his music really speaks to me. Especially 'In Love with the Plug' ft. Ji$$le, Tejohn Anax, West Whoadie. Absolute gangstas.
Prohibited from.
Quiglatory can be defined as - 'Let it be said, those who doth mock the Quig cannot profit from the Queens of the Turf'
- Taken from the book of Old Skool, written by the acclaimed old skool writer James Turland.
An innate desire to make sweet harmonious love to her lady parts in a style indicative of master slayer Wesley Pipes.
'Make it nasty' - Wes P.
"Mate, she's giving me the 'I'm gonna milk your balls dry look. So, watch me strap that pussy, and let me wreck it like a crash dummy - full Pipes style".
"Mate, I'm smashing Ascot. Thanks to the god of betting, Ed Quigley aka The Ladbrokes Deity, I can't lose".