Poulton LeField
Longwood Manor. Mine by all rights!
Shanks, the confidential agent I have retained, took this photograph during a fact-finding mission connected with my case. I look upon it and seethe.
On this day the Young Pretender (my loathsome half-brother) was playing the squire to a motley assortment of arrivistes. They included a television presenter more famous for bosom than brains, more than 1 or 2 sons of Abraham, an auxiliary bishop, several "spokesmodels" with their attendant sycophants and a rather androgynous figure named Giulio.
Notice the flying machine landed on the erstwhile site of father's hedge maze! Apparently, YP hired this conveyance to shuttle him and his lickspittle friends to Epsom for the Derby. The extravagance! The cheek of it!
I, too, attended the Derby. But how did I get there whilst this usurper was flitting amongst the clouds at my expense? Heel-and-toeing it all the way from Woking along the verge of the A3 & M25, thank you very much!
Longwood Manor. Mine by all rights!
Shanks, the confidential agent I have retained, took this photograph during a fact-finding mission connected with my case. I look upon it and seethe.
On this day the Young Pretender (my loathsome half-brother) was playing the squire to a motley assortment of arrivistes. They included a television presenter more famous for bosom than brains, more than 1 or 2 sons of Abraham, an auxiliary bishop, several "spokesmodels" with their attendant sycophants and a rather androgynous figure named Giulio.
Notice the flying machine landed on the erstwhile site of father's hedge maze! Apparently, YP hired this conveyance to shuttle him and his lickspittle friends to Epsom for the Derby. The extravagance! The cheek of it!
I, too, attended the Derby. But how did I get there whilst this usurper was flitting amongst the clouds at my expense? Heel-and-toeing it all the way from Woking along the verge of the A3 & M25, thank you very much!