Whitley Bay make up can be found on various ladies of loose morals around the pubs of Whitley Bay most nights of the week.
Whitley Bay makeup is supplied exclusivly by a company names Pollyfilla and must be applied with a trowel.
It is often mixed with orange food colouring to give that 'Tango'd' look and most be allowed to dry very quicly to achieve that cracking 'Orange Peel' look.
Whitley Bay makeup is applied by the bucket load to all age groups in the area from the 16 year olds trying to get in to the 70 year old dinasaurs that stalk South Parade at the end of the night seeking out the drunken men as prey.
A white girl from farny who looks like she's been at war in afghanistan for a long 10 years , in other words she is scaly as fuck , she has had intercourse with 50% of the teenage male population and has a minge that looks like a forest mixed with a beaten up chicken wing.
A kinda shit town near Peterborough, Cambridge. Has too many hairdressers, fuck all to do and filled with Year 7s who breathed in some second handweed smoke and now think that they are gangsters. Most of the boys and even some of the girls have the meet me behind mcdonald's haircut. Also, kids in their early teens/preteens shag in the park. (Also has a shit 'railway station' that's not long enough to fit a whole train in and you have to go to the front 2 carriages to get out)
Bill: Are you still sending that text message? What's taking so long?
Sam: I have to t'whittle it.
2. The message:
Good Morning! I saw you last night but didn't get a chance to say "Hi!" I hope your trip was successful and that you'll be joining us this Saturday at Phil and Jenny's place after the kids finish their rehearsal.
is t'whittled to become:
G'morning! Saw you last night from afar, hope your trip was good. We're @ Phil and Jenny's this Sat. after rehearsal, you?