Had a wander through town today and as I'm on holiday from work but a bit skint at the mo I thought I'd treat myself to a couple of charity shop books. Why did I go for the bloody Martina Cole? Every one of her books is identical - outrightly misogynistic, CRINGEY use of what she believes is "street slang," etc.
In this delightful tome we have a seventeen year old girl "with tits like lumps of warm cement" and the female protagonist is worrying that her baby will be a "split arse."
Now I feel gross and £1.50 poorer.