Status Updates From The Bohemian and the Banker

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"Here in this crazy quilt of streets, Nigel was surrounded by a British citizen's worst nightmare - the French.

He searched for street signs, but many of these alleys - one could hardly call them proper streets - were unmarked. And horrible sights lurked in the shadows: half-naked women, breasts bursting from low-cut bodices, beckoning and calling out what must have been onscene suggestions..."

This seems like an easy read so far.

So in the mood for a historical

Yeah! That's telling 'em! I love it when a pompous jerk gets an ear full =)

I feel like shits gonna go south...

Liking this!

So very underwhelmed. Here's hoping I finish

Now this... This goodbye sucks :'-(

Now this... This goodbye sucks :'-(

Fini...
"Paris pour de l’amour et les amoureux!!!"

"You can take bloody Herries Farquhar and Co. and shove it up your arse."

Thank God! They actually talk with each other about their feelings and stuff :-)

"Jean Michel isn't merely for the money or the adulation. You're saying I should change ME. That person is ME, gowns and all. Not merely an act.
This is why I miss France. I miss a part of myself."

What did gentlemen do when they called upon each other? Would a banker wish to discuss the economy? Drink tea or port? Talk about the weather? Suck each other until they passed out?

Yes, please :-)

Those precious sounds of pleasure gave Nigel pleasure too. His mother always said to give was better than to receive, but Nigel was fairly certain she'd never envisioned anything like this.

Nigel spoke, low and fast.
"Your words, all of you. I have no experience with this. Out here with you, I feel as if I'm flying. And I have no wings."

Holy Fuck! I don't think I will see a Ferris Wheel with the same eyes ever again :-D



Grande Roue de Paris, ca. 1900

I like how these guys are so different and actually show character. I approve :-)

And a quote I liked. BTW, I don't think that will be at all possible, dear Nigel ;-)
Nigel Warren had been blown to pieces by his time with Jay and must now reassemble himself into a recognizable man.
Or what?

Or what, indeed...

"Men can enjoy wearing pretty things and putting on a face, becoming...a different person.
(full quote in comment)

It seems Nigel and Jay couldn't be more different :-)

Such folk might be alive with idealism and creativity, but living that way would be exhausting. He'd been away from London for two days, and he already missed his quiet, well-ordered home on Stark Lane, the scent of lavender and beeswax, the dark walls and polished floors, the quiet tick of the mantel clock, his supper laid out for him by Mrs. Cubbins.