‘If I can just go on - which is the pretty one? I mean they’re both so masculine. That’s what I never could have -’
‘You mean you really don’t know? The one who went on about being hard done by and got annoyed and attracted all the attention and broke up the party and generally behaved badly is the pretty one […]’
A prize for source, smaller prize for author.
There’s more, but it might constitute bringing the Reporter into disrepute And breach copyright, tsk. Strong measures would have to be taken. In fact, I am taking them preemptively. Cheers.
Ian is already lining up resentments and jealousies and things to be tiptoed around in case the alimentary canal he is currently cooing over one day realises that He Is Not The Daddy. Oh, and Ian - unless yer Mammy lost all her teeth before she died , which is of course possible, and I sincerely hope you will too, and soon - that’s not yer Mammy’s smile: it’s wind.