“I say, what a marvelous cock!”
I was so pleased the Vicar had noticed on this splendid spring day. Last year he had seemed to be obsessed by Lady Watson’s tits, and if we’re being perfectly honest, we would have to admit to agreeing they were a most magnificent pair, and most worthy of the prestigious Best Birds award in the Kensington and Chelsea Annual Ornithology Show 1911. But this was 1912. A whole year had passed. A year in which I had spent a great deal of time preparing and nurturing my Spangling Green Cock.
How wonderful to see you at the races, Duchess Bloemfontein, Ladies.
Oh I had a bit of trouble at the gate, seems my invitation to the enclosure must have got lost in the post this year.
No, one of the three things I promised my mammy I would never do:
1) Never trust a man from Tramore
2) Never fight for the English
3) Never bet on the Horses