Poppy Morgan visits the United States from her native Manchester, England on a work visa for several weeks each year, and I enjoy bumping into her (though not as much, clearly, as Sascha does in the couch-tastic scene from Bustin’ Ass at the bottom of this story).
When we see each other she tells me all about eel pies, lorries, slags, and when to say “bugger off.” This is because my iron lung prevents overseas travel, as they have metric air. Here Morgan rests against her esthetician when they visited Los Angeles last year.
Last I saw Morgan she was helping out on the set of a Harmony Films production, not having sex or anything, just leaning on the pool table, which in itself seemed like an invitation, what with there being six holes already.
“Pretend I’m the rabid British paparazzi and you have to say ‘bugger off,'” I suggested.
“Bugger off?” she said sweetly.
“All right,” I said, “Pretend I’m Princess Diana-level paparazzzi.”
“BUGGER OFF,” she said.
In Bustin’ Ass, Morgan’s ass seems to function just fine. I don’t know why we’re told it’s busted. I guess it’s a translation issue.
Previously: Postcard from Porn Week; Upstairs/downstairs with Tatiana Kush and Nicki Hunter
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Who is the woman in the first picture?
The woman in the first picture is Poppy Morgan. In the second picture (if that’s what you meant) is her makeup lady for a recent trip and Morgan.