Evening Buffy. Pour us a Cherry B, with a pint of mild chaser. I bought some new patent leather thigh-high boots today, with 4" heels, because the weather forecasters keep telling me it's going to snow. I am sure they'll be serviceable and just the job for a harsh winter.
It's a bit worrying the way Diego, Maureese, Thor and Big Jim keep admiring their reflection in them however! They are positively preening!
Hmmm. Could they be "up-skirting", the dirty devils???? I'll have none of that, but you know how desperate they are. Hah! I know my wobbly voluptuous thighs are irresistable, but I had the good sense to wear knee length lycra cycling shorts under my skirt, and pulled a pair of fleecy bloomers over them, given the weather warning. Not only that I sat on one of those stale pies we bought ages ago from Soops kitchen - it had been left on the bar stool, and it's made a bit of a mess. It's not good up there right now, but the ferrets keep running up my legs for crumbs. Hope they don't scratch the new boots..
Actually, given the weather, I'll have a double Snowball with a jar of maraschino cherries on the side.
Do you remember Sunday drives?
Rupert Lowe and the “rowers” haha



as I knew you could be relied on to take Big Jim off my hands.He’s not up to much these days poor old soul, and I had formed a rapport with one of our hotel waiters,Miguel,