I'm a daft old codger with dodgy legs. My chums claim that I'm too romantic for my own good. I write poetry and brood. I have a cat named Figaro. I enjoy staring out my window and thinking about the meaning of life. I like a good glass of vintage port, rare Turkish cigarattes, and the occasional old in-and-out, what? The chaps say I should spend my fortune on wine, women, and song. My politics lean toward Tory, but I'm always attracted to the odd Utopian dream.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Any young female bit of crumpet willing to be arm candy.
