Posted by: tabliope | September 30, 2008

Miss Grace

After missing my train at Hannover last night and falling victim to the charms of the fried potato, I like to think that I lent a certain glamour to the scene of late evening commuters avoiding the cocktail-drinking youths parading their slobbering dogs around the concourse with the dollop of mayonaisse splodged quite perfectly on the lapel of my grey coat.  Style, either you've got it or …okay move along  now – nothing happening here.



  1. There’s something carelessly debonair about mayo on a coat lapel – people who try and do it with ketchup really don’t get it.

  2. absolutely Jando – the ketchup only works with a white linen shirt.

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