Well, really. I am one of the bright young things that one used to read about.Except for the bright bit. Oh and the young bit as well!
You have seen me at all the best parties. I KNOW I saw YOU at the Spencer-Fitz Thingy's last costume bash...not that you were wearing much of a costume darling, but I have a memory for certain details shall we say? Oh cobblers don't deny it! That "I heart Colin 4 ever" tattoo was quite the giveaway old girl. And you ALSO my good man. Who IS this Colin Froth or Firth chap and why does everyone have the geezer's name tattooed right by their naughty bits?. But back to me. The interesting bit. I know, I know, I don't look a day over 30ish. I put it down to prodigious quaffing of Pimms-cups as a lad. Nothing mysterious about it at'all. I do pretend to be my own granson on occasion. Stops the pesky questions. Nudge nudge.I, naturally, have been thrown out onto my pink and slightly chaffed bum from all the right schools. I speak many languages, all badly. I have a terrible weakness for read-heads. Shocking really. Oh yes, and Blondes.Oh my indeed! And Brunettes especially too. Good heavens yes! I mix the best coctail in Belgravia, which lately, is not saying much.I have been known to be quite naughty on occasion. Any occasion really. As good an excuse as any for a party wot?
Lord Highball
Runnybottom-on-Avon
England
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