Well, we have a plane to catch. I'm taking you for a holiday to England. First class all the way. It might even be nice weather at this time of year...but I wouldn't count on it. Did I tell you, Charlie's getting married and I'm the best man? First, I have to pick my suit up at my tailor's on Savile Row and we need to do some shopping. I want you dressed to kill...the hit is Charlie's sister. You know, my ex-wife? The honourable Christabel Willis...better known as Kiki..? .It's your turn to do me a long overdue favour...Keeks will totally hate you...She's such a snob and she hates any woman who's better looking than she is. Which frankly is half of the female population of the world. Kiki is rather like Adolf Hitler in a dress without the moustache...although I think she was working on the facial hair...
It's going to be a perfectly splendid wedding. Who ever imagined Charlie would find a half-decent woman? And a Brazilian model, to boot with legs as long as buggery and bit tits? Of course, she's only marrying him to stay in London and get a work permit, but what the hell? He still gets laid on a regular basis for a change. And Mummy and Daddy willl have coronaries...what delight!. And they thought I was common...Ha! I cannot wait...Isn't life simply perfect...?











