summertime I
Just got the following from my friend Lady Carlotta Cockalott:
so so SO many chaps walking around without tops on.
must.
go.
lie.
down.
Just replied:
Oh I know.
Faaaabe, innit?
We spent the weekend in Matlock Bath - home to ten thousand chip shops, eight thousand Northern Bloaters, and two thousand and one Biker dudes and waxed-chest muscle Mary twenty-somethings, all of whom were pierced and/or tattooed, and topless. I’m basically one giant stiffie right now.
Must lay off the chips and gin for a month.