Jon Walker – Railway Wanker!

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They say there is nowt so queer as folk and Mr Walker proved this to be true when he went courting, ended up being caught and appearing in court after a brief encounter at Clapham Junction frailway station:

MyLondon News

How different to those innocent meetings between Dame Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard just after the war.

The dirty old bugger was found guilty, but I wonder what will happen when Yvette Cooper is Home Secretary? – such men as Mr Walker will probably get a safe seat – but not in a railway station. He is just another sort of wanker.

Nominated by: W.C. Boggs

94 thoughts on “Jon Walker – Railway Wanker!”

  1. I try not to judge. I really do. Live and let live, etc, etc.

    But I have never understood those who go for the difficult four points when an easy six points are available.

  2. I once had the misfortune of being propositioned in a public bog.

    There I was, enjoying a much needed slash, when some cunt a few feet away turned to face me with his dick hanging out, and lisped sweetly ‘what are you doing for lunch?’.

    Without thought I started ‘I’m a police officer…’.

    I’ve never seen anybody beat it so quickly in my life.

    Cunt.

      • Good point!

        ‘Beat it’ as in exited the convenience sharpish.

        Fair put me off it did. I couldn’t finish my leak properly.

    • When you say he “beat it”, are you talking about what he did with his whanger?

      • Indeed Sick.

        Ever since that experience (back in my student days) I’ve always been reluctant to use public bogs. Nowadays my irrational fear is finding that I’m next to some tranny ‘bloke’ with a fluffy little beard, trying to piss standing up.

        What a world.

  4. As D and C would say, Do you do your winking and your wanking before, or after, your wooing?
    The dirty, disgusting Walker.

  5. I’ve used those toilets in Clapham Junction, I know exactly where they are.

    Always wondered why the toilet roll holder felt ‘fleshy’ when I touched it.

    • If the council opened a few masturbatoriums so that men could nip in and have a quick wank, there’d be no need for them to hang around railway stations. When you’re horny, you’re horny; being horny isn’t a crime and they should stop treating it as such.
      These places could be provided at a relatively cheap cost, with tit mags or bumming mags, tissues and a waste bin. Problem solved.

      • ‘Masturbatoriums’. What a fucking great word.

        Would you have to pay to get in, or would it count as an essential pubic service, funded from council tax?

  6. I suppose he deserves to be splashed all over the newspapers.

    Good afternoon, everyone.

  8. If I go to a public toilets wearing false eyelashes, gold lame hot pants , and thigh boots I don’t expect some pervert to be watching me through a hole in the cubicle wall.

    Some people are degenerates.

  9. If I go to a public toilets wearing false eyelashes, gold lame hot pants , and thigh boots I don’t expect some prefect to be watching me through a hole in the cubicle wall.

    Some people are degenerates.

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