It is 2051. Claire and Bradley have graduated from the Royal Academy of Fucking, and are now running a bijou café in Cuntden Market. This two-part “Christmas special” follows on from the conclusion of Alison Goes to London – but it can also stand alone.
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort.
One morning, GrushaVashnadze awoke to find his PMs filled with a steaming slut. Opening the message, he unintentionally kickstarted a series of double entendres that would change his erotica career forever.