This week’s column is a collaborative effort with the illustrious Mr. Ian Fortey. It was written entirely by soft firelight, while listening to the subtle compositions of one Frederic Chopin, whilst sampling a variety of seasonal brandies and fine pipe tobaccos. It was a classy affair, throughout, and one well attended to. You may Digg it here, for propriety. Though do be discreet, fellows; a gentleman values discretion above all else.
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