Imagine meeting breasts like —-’s in Mon Cheri or Atlantic City!
August 26, 2016 § Leave a comment
Imagine meeting breasts like —-’s in Mon Cheri or Atlantic City! Or an arse like ——-’s! Or a kooky beauty like —–’s! Then my travelling days would come back to life in an instant. There must be someone like that out there, mustn’t there? The title of my book can be U—–. The great ambition of my life is to one day write —–’s autobiography. It will be the greatest book ever written. I had a bit of a near miss with Cora in Vienna, I suppose. And the Dorint bar girl in the morning showed promise. And the girls I met at Gatwick on the way out and Vienna airport on the way back were rousing. It keeps the pendulum swinging and the blood pumping and the heart beating. The Double Life, is that my title? With a double meaning. Or The Justice Palace. With a Moreau Salome on the cover.