February 8, 2014 |
This once un-svelte editorial director of a smart fashion quarterly likes to think of himself as rather well bred. “I’m the poshest out of you lot. You’re all as common as muck!” Yeah, right. At least, if in Florence, half-cut on free champagne, we would know what a bidet is for. Take a poo in one, we wouldn’t. The filthy bugger has no shame – left it there for the cleaning lady.
