TruXta
tired
I'm having a delicious quiche and salad at an outside table, competing for space with a wobbly Strongbow drinker who occasionally meanders to Ralph's Gift Box opposite to serve a customer. Posh plate. Posh oil and and vinegar thing. I'm wifiing in my Vivienne Westwood and my Nicole Farhi. The end is nigh.
Kneecappers on the way, what's your address again?