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Dear TJ, I would like to applaud your sister. The Hep C Trust is the most worthy charity. I know Charles Gore the CEO very well, and he is tireless in his work to raise the profile of this debilitating chronic illness. Best wishes, DM

I will have you know that I am of aristocratic Argentinian stock. This man is nothing to do with me.

bigbadwolf Wrote: > > Oh really DM. > > Forgive me if I'm mistaken but didn't you defraud > several well known animal charities to fund your > Boden habit. Sweetie, I am a Missoni and Prada junkie. The children are clad in Boden - which is a catalogue. You will never again catch me wearing Boden, I wore it during a brief spell when I was suffering from postnatal depression (I also had a tasteless wipe clean vinyl Orla Kiely handbag OHMYGOD!). I could not ever do anything dishonest. Yes my husband is a rich and powerful banker, and God only knows how he makes his cash (I wouldn't like to ask). I myself am a working mother, a highly successful PR mogul. I am the brand ambassador for several big names (that is similar to being a UN ambassador, but without the flies or orphans and with lots more Champagne)...

Gosh! How incredibly manly you two are!!! Can I offer you a glass of something cold on the terrace?

BBW, Sorry sweetie, I have nothing to share. I have had a sheltered upbringing and I am a really nice girl...

Poor you. I hope he turns up.

Darling Sherwick, Get yourself a good editor, and no-one will ever know!

It looks OK from the outside, but the colours are very cold inside and if I remember rightly, there is a platform or step and fence in the middle of the shop - this and the tiled or lino floor always puts me off. I don't know why, but I imagine it feels a bit like being inside a mobile home (I myself have never ever set foot inside a caravan). They should go for a more upmarket/artesan rustic look from the outside, perhaps some nice off white shade from Farrow and Ball, a wooden floor, much more comfortable seats and bigger tables.

Oh their nanny. I wonder if she is looking for work. It is so difficult to find good help (sigh).

Golly, I am sure he is terribly aristocratic and fabulously bright. I have a hangover and I couldn't follow it at all. I am a mere woman afterall.

Martin dear heart, You can take the boy out of Whitehall...

Oh Jaytee65 darling! What a high roller...

I enjoyed the ocasional warm chocolate milk or glass of cold tonic water...

Mr Wolf, I am afraid that I do not like the idea of being "patted down" by anyone. Mr Winstone knows where I am, you know it is true. Nothing can come between me and my Henry V11 DVD!

Oh My God!!!

Mr Mockney! Bonnie Langford? Are you serious? OHMYGOD... How enlightening and yet extremely disturbing. I myself adore King Ray of all Winstone. He is so incredibly manly. But that is just normal, isn't it?

Oh dear. You two need to get out more!

This is dreadful. Poor you. I am horrified to think that parents do not know where their boys are, or what they are up to.

Mr Wolf dear heart, I myself would love to run the country! I believe that .rs Mills is the work of AA Gill. I love to read the Evening Standard, Saturday Telegraph and Sunday Times. I contribute regularly to several broadsheets, sadly Mrs Mills is not me.

I feel sure I will throw up...

Gosh HoonaloochieB, I adore a rampant passionate nature in a man. Will you pick me up a copy of The Mail and some Rizzla papers while you are out?

Oh HoonaloochieB! Can I offer you a hair of the dog (replaces silkey eye patches and moans aloud)?

Dear Huguenot, I hate to disagree with you, but my Blackberry is much smaller than that.

Hoonaloochi dear, are you sure you are drunk? Because you are sounding psychotic! Perhaps you are not drunk enough, let me top you up?

I have just witnessed a vile advertisement for Giovanni Rani (is that how you spell it?) pasta. Apparently the creepy old guy personally fills the raviolli with "passion". I feel quite nauseated by the thought of that and shall strike "fresh ravioli" straight off my shopping list (feigns nausea). I am drunk you know...