Going back to school
It seems that when I set foot on school grounds, I become 14. Which means my tolerance for alcohol is that of a total amateur, and I make a scene and have to be carried out.
Sigh.
Up to that point the school reunion was fabulous. So many stunning people, so much love for the old school.
If I'm not banned, I'm looking forward to the next reunion.
2 comments:
This is perfectly normal aristocratic behaviour, as is vomiting in the pavlova.
I'm totally impressed.
Respect.
Doddery, I love you. I mean it.
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