There they drank in cups of emerald, there at tables of ebony lay,
Rolling on their purple couches in their tender effeminacy.
There they dwelt and there they rioted.
Florence King once wrote that she bought her “white cotton unmentionables at Boadicea’s Retreat, not Victoria’s Secret.” I’m only going to see the film if a role is arranged for her.
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Isn’t the part going to Germaine Greer? She lives out that way.