Elizabeth Cookham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Novel Series

Aemilia Lanyer, “The Description of Cookham”. Jonson, Ben, selections Ford, John, 'Tis Pity She's a Whore. Wroth, Mary, Love's Victory. Milton, John.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a bone cutter, right? Yeah, sounds wild, but it’s my jam. Anyway, I woke up in Cookham, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Animal rescue centre and former mini zoo in Cookham announces its closure