“Arse…fackin’ wank…what the fack I ‘ave more than a bastard be’ind the eyes.   Did sam facker spike me bleedin’ drink….they can fack off I ‘ave ‘ad the Kings shillin’ and I aint doin’ no more…”  The woman burped loudly and then coughed.<br/><br/>“Fack... I fink samthing shat in me mouf .” There was another cough and a splutter  which was followed by more muttering most of which obscenities. Right up until this time Storm had not realised she was naked. Now she began to see this was this was not a normal wake up call. Yet this woman was not altogether normal.<br/><br/>She then squinted and rolled over. “Wake me ap next blaady week... Or when yea ‘ave a glass of the ‘ard stuff.”  Naked or not did not matter the temperature did.  “Shat the blaady door its fackin’… cold, were ya born in a barn?" She put her hands over her head and continued muttering to herself. Obviously this woman was not one of the most social of creatures.<br/>