We’ve only been home for five minutes but Darrell was mooning around the house saying that he hadn’t seen our friend Hugh, who leads the showbiz life in London, for an absolute age …
…… and he thought he might as well take advantage of the cheap Virgin tickets he had found on the internet and nip down to Notting Hill for the weekend to take Hugh our present from Last Vegas.
Naturally, Hugh was thrilled to see Darrell and within five minutes he had got him out of his Wolverhampton clobber and into feathers, which Hugh informed him were “Sooooooooooooo Autumn in London, darling!
Hugh was also delighted with our gift, (Las Vegas drinking cups), which he trilled were "Soooooooooo Last Vegas kitsch, and before Darrell could say pink champagne Hugh had filled them to the brim with a very expensive bottle of Rose/Pink Krug, saying “Darling, I just know you will adore this little vintage, I quaff it tout le temps, and, may I say, it is even further enhanced by being drunk through a straw!” What is he like?
Hugh is a wonderful tutor in all that is de rigeuer in London Society and Darrell is an avid and most attentive student ….. like a ripe victoria sponge soaking up knowledge proffered and hanging on Hugh’s every word.
…… a Vladimir Tretchikoff .......
…… which he was very, very pleased with …… and which Darrell very much admired too, envious that Hugh knew so much about EVERYTHING, and kicking himself for being such a novice at being de rigeuer.
“Tomorrow, my little apricot brandy, I will impart to you all the mystery of the en trend London Lounging cushion and perhaps a little about voile drapery ….. no? But, for tonight, I will fetch the cocktail cherries and you must tell me of all your Last Vegas adventures ….. drink up ….. before our Krug loses its fizz …. a little refill perhaps?”
Oh Mon Dieu ….. there will be no doing with Darrell upon he return!!!