WE LOOK BACK AT PHOTOGRAPHS FROM THE PAST, PROBABLY NOT SUBMITTED TO CHAP@THECHAP.CO.UK, FOR CLUES AS TO WHY NEARLY EVERYONE LOOKED SO DAMNED FABULOUS
“It is my duty to inform you that this is a Holland & Holland 12-bore side-by-side, the most powerful shotgun in the world, which would blow to smithereens the portion of your physiognomy situated about your neck. You, sir, are obliged to pose one pertinent question to yourself: ‘Am I blessed with good fortune?’ Indeed, is this case, rapscallion?”
“Doris, do you think this ladies in trousers thing will ever catch on?” “I don’t know, Mabel, but it sure as hell beats wearing a petticoat.” “But where do you find space for your bloomers?” “I’m not wearing any, Mabel.”
“Can I top you up with more of this small-batch, hand-crafted corianderinfused Brooklyn Pale Ale, Henry?” “If you insist, Lancaster, though I’d rather have a bottle of normal beer.” “The bearded chap behind the bar was rather short with me when I asked for normal beer.”
