Then we went Raffeling. I now own Oliver a cycling holiday. That was the deal. Damn! Hope he is thinking Tuscany and not mountain biking in the alps. He did say something about making me suffer.
Happy bang bang
Tompa got to court the ladies. Laura and Ella was well impressed.
Lisen, 19 and eager to suck out the marrow of London to its last drop.
– I want to find an old man, she said.
– Oh, like 40 you mean, that must seem old to you.
– Hell no, I’m talking at most 30
Vodka runs in the genes of the family
See, there is a smile on Olivers face (albeit a slightly green smile. I blame the goggle tan and not the music at raffles)