HAGUE ON CLEGG, JE T'ADORE
And may I say, conference, as ay straight man, ay happily out straight man, that although my name has been linked most unfairly to other fit young men, like my former adviser and fuck-buddy, Lord Coe, and recently to a handsome young thing who I was squiring around the, ah, world, entirely innocently, and sleeping with, ah, Mr Myers, I believe his name was, there is now just the, ah, one man in my life. And if there is any more gossip about the, ah, men in my life, I shall not hesitate to have my loyal seckatry and wife, Ffffffffion, have ay-nother miscarriage, and it will all be your fault.
4 comments:
Oh, Mr. Ishmael,
What a gorgeous song and beautiful images. How lush. Nice to see our Willyam looking so happy: love is a many splendoured thing, wherever it may strike.
Mind you, he always looks cheerful when he's with his special friends,
Besty Regards,
Agatha
He vos made zat way, he can't help eet.
In passing: they've decided that there aren't enough paying customers to keep Ted Heath's old pad open as a tourist destination, so they are selling it and using the money for 'charitable purposes'.
Last chance to see photos of Arundells.
If the person you are in love with is yourself, there's another word for it.
Thanks, mrs woar. What a lovely place. Shame we cannot all inhabit such.
Haugue, I feel, is both narcissist and homo-philanderer manque; his toothy, balding, muscle-bound frame home to all sorts of creepy feelings. Obvious, innit, just look at his first public appearance. And shiver.
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