Oh, I am most terrible sorry... caught up there for a moment in thoughts of Arabian stallions and rare Scottish beef. So like me to be distracted by such carnal concerns. But one day I shall tell you of my times amongst the Arabian Knights, when I stood underneath the dawning sky of a thousand miles in burnoose and jilbab, and saw the two thousand horses of the Abdulaziz storm towards me like the clouds themselves taken from heaven. Or I might tell you of my time with the clan MacInnes (distant relatives on my mother's side) on the West coast of Scotland where I learnt to appreciate a man in a kilt for the first time... So many, many stories my sweet.

But Dotty has been busy preparing a few new missives for the Netribution table. I of course only returned from the Maldives but late, and almost my first port of call was the flourishing Evgenny for THAT dress. Soon my decisions regarding cut and colour etc will appear for you to relax with... But thankyou for your compliments... Of course the dress for the Oscars will be entirely different again. Shall I see you there? So sorry to have been too busy for the Savoy... I rarely go there these days since a liaison with a descendent of its much grander saviours went a little pear shaped, as they say in the vernacular (though how pears can be as considered disastrous, painful and entirely regettable I do not know... but I am sure he will recover one day).

But perhaps we can meet at the Governer's Ball after? I doubt that my table will be near yours at the awards... that would require too much genuine organisational skill for the Awards team. I will stay with LA Governer but brief, I always mnake a point of collecting my little chocolat Uncle Oscar and then dash away to a more select party afterwards. Bring a mnask and I may be able to get you in...

Till then my sweet Scot

Dottyx