Originally Posted by chachaclo:
“Good lord I hope TTF isn't going to do a sexy dance to Barlow...”
TTF stands behind Daisy's fruit & veg stall, except it's now selling wet fish. He's wearing a yellow rain poncho and a sou'wester. Louise strolls by in a nice tweed coat and brogues, carrying a shopping basket. She looks at TTF's stall, eyeing up his mackerel. She moves on, he rushes out of the stall and grabs her arm 'what about my haddock instead?' and tries to force a fillet on her. She pushes it back, he pushes it forward. She turns away, he pivots round her. He grabs her and sniffs her hair. She smacks him with her basket and stomps off. Bruno goes into meltdown and grabs Len's 10 paddle so he can jold up two 10s. He is overcome with the raw unbridled passion. Darcey's nodded off and Len's muttering about pickled herring. Craig gives an in-depth critque of how much harder she could have hit him if she had kept her arm straight.