Barry Humphries feels young, but he’s now older than the oldest man he ever saw – Augustus John
She was a babe. A fully paid-up, card-carrying babe. There was absolutely no doubt about it, and she was heading straight for me. She was almost sprinting towards me across the recently reimagined lobby of Claridge’s. She looked up, her scarlet-anointed lips parted in entreaty. A student, I supposed; probably Events Management or Gender Studies – they are both comparative no-brainers. ‘Can I have your autograph?’ she said. ...
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