Tell Tales. The Shape of Things to Come

From : April 2017


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“It’s all in the bum,” I said. “Personally the bigger the better. As long as it’s all sort of in proportion I suppose.” 


My husband shook his head and said; “I think it’s more in the nose. It’s the first thing you see.”


Right next to us a club member at the bar ordering his happy hour round fumbled nervously for his wallet in his back pocket, scratched his sunburnt nose and made a hasty retreat.


“Take a Sadler 26 like ours,’” said my first mate, sucking on a Klip and Coke as if he was dying of thirst and then denying in no uncertain