With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
It may have been my sympathetic manner, it may have been the badge that says ‘Cock’ that I wear on my lapel, maybe it’s Maybelline, who can tell, but Ido soon began to tell me scandalous stories about his busy sex life.
Nathan, whose greatest fear is that he’ll develop a resistance to Botox, returned from Frankfurt with the face of an inexpressive eight year old.
My mother’s in hospital to have a toe removed. Is the operation called a toe-ectomy? A toe job?