To wee boy Jimmy...

Have to say I love your work... I have to say that, Nic has a trained jeet kune do assasin ready and primed if I don't.

But darling, must point out that I don't consider Soho the centre of the filmmaking world. But since Dotty lives there it is the centre of Dotty's world.

Just one angle of faceted diamond that is Netribution

Mwah!

there's a rather convincing argument that the only reason people consider soho the centre of the film universe is because you are there.

regional screen agencies should bid to have you live there briefly

or we could have a dotty bus that brings light to cinematically disadvantaged regions.

Well, thank you. Glad my humble efforts are appreciated. Thirsty work though. Pix, why don't you show you are a gentleman, call up the table captain get the lady a drink?

You're not likely to be a white wine psritzer girl, nor a tequila sunrise, right? My guess would be something smooth with a kick - a real stiff martini, right.

Pix, don't gawp like that, can't you see the lady needs a drink as well as some late night company? Get that captain over here.

drinks on the house m'lud

a gin martini with saphire lime twist for Ms Parker, a fine aged cambletown spring bank for you sir, and pix, the usual old jamaican.

please enjoy your evening at the kings arms. the only pub with no last orders and a free bar.

Free bar eh? How do they pay the rates then?
Makes you wonder what might be on offer in the cellar apart from a selection of unimaginable wines. Anyway, thanks Pix. Take this and see if you can get me some panatellas - Cuban, if they dare stock them.

He may be gone some time. You don't mind if I smoke a cigar do you Dotty? So, what on earth are you doing in a place like this? It's like casting a pearl before swine. No appreciation of your innate beauty, or how you have styled yourself and they'll all be looking for inside information that they can capitalise on but excusing it as networking. You and I both know, that's not the way to prosper, is it? I love that gown. Very chic. The colour suits you so well. Designers must be queuing up to have you wear their stuff. Who do you favour?

The King's arms a possible den for ladies of the twilight? Frankly I am shocked and appalled... that I didn't think of it first.

A man who choses to smoke a cigar rather than use it for nefarious purposes is rare... I find the smell of a fine cuban quite exquisite, the lingering smell of a virgin's thigh, the odour of potential and quite apt for the Netribution darlings.

But I blush at your description of me as a pearl and must of course give credit to my fabulous dress maker and ex-Chechnyan gymnast, Evgeny Lushkov. The stout man, under five and a half feet, with the handle bar moustache, the assurance that a pin strip suit is to be everyday wear, and the young Geordie boyfriend, hunted me down after seeing me stop three rickshaws in their tracks and simply demanded that he dress me. Of course, being a lover of all people entrepreneurial and maverick, the thought of having a dedicated designer delighted me. Though I might occasionally go to Coco de Mer for lacy unmentionables, all else is by my dearest Genny.

A honey button would be lovely... honey rum from los canaries, an american coke (mentioning no brand names but Dotty doesn't do diet) and a dash of lime...

Sweetsxxx

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