Saira Viola Quotes & Sayings

When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure payout and a line of tacky lingerie in the works — Saira Viola

We're all prostitutes sir we're all selling ourselves for something — Saira Viola

We pay people and reward them for greed and sleaze . When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure pay cheque and a tacky lingerie line ... selling filth so you can get your face on Time magazine ... From Jukebox — Saira Viola

Everyone knew what the night would bring lots of D and A plenty of T and A — Saira Viola

Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy .. — Saira Viola

Josh had a movie star jewfro and a smug little grin — Saira Viola

Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got — Saira Viola

Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing. — Saira Viola

A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite. — Saira Viola

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go — Saira Viola

With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old "face" from the sixties a pin up gangster with a "mars bar" weal scraping his left cheek and of course two "wag" slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with "Bratz babe" stares and Gucci Handbags — Saira Viola

T was in a blue mood , his open reflections on the isloation of his life floating like Jazz notes under a pink moon — Saira Viola

Kara didn't feel like a dial and go coke pusher but she was a supremely good hustler — Saira Viola

This isn't some LA country rock jam reminiscing on the pyschtotropic pot pansies of Haight Ashbury . This is the soot and smut of London mate ! — Saira Viola

Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation — Saira Viola

Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta — Saira Viola

All's fair in love and litigation — Saira Viola

Pudge was quivering like a weeble toy likely to topple over any second — Saira Viola

A good lawyer serves you from the cradle to the grave — Saira Viola

Was a combo of Sal Dali and Ronald McDonald. A fringe celeb wheeled out for Tv appearances. — Saira Viola

I got gold in one hand and mud in the other ... In the end it's the same for all of us we go out the same way we came in ... alone — Saira Viola

Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter — Saira Viola

He was a boom boom shake the room " kind of guy — Saira Viola

Talent by association made him nauseous — Saira Viola

She was all slump and sag her spirit withering like a tuckering weed shambling for a way out — Saira Viola

Reality Tv had become the preferred drug of choice for the George Clooney obsessed housewives strung out on empty promises and splintered dreams — Saira Viola

Mr Davis was a middle class tremble of a man worried about an unseemly display and his Jerry Springer moment — Saira Viola

Martyrdom is a lonely business.
Jukebox — Saira Viola

Nick sat alone reading a copy of The Independent . Cocaine socialists were trying their hardest to juice up Britain's economy with super casinos — Saira Viola