Saturday, June 19, 2010


—something completely new to me, and so I needn't be the last, herewith this post. All the way at the end, past the glossary, is this wee bit

As feely ommes...we would zhoosh our riah, powder our eeks, climb into our bona new drag, don our batts and troll off to some bona bijou bar. In the bar we would stand around with our sisters, vada the bona cartes on the butch omme ajax who, if we fluttered our ogle riahs at him sweetly, might just troll over to offer a light for the unlit vogue clenched between our teeth.

from our Casualty anthologist Peter Burton. Makes me wonder what I may have missed in Hollinghurst!

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