Here I am sitting in the shade of a Goolagong tree sipping a Long Tea Iced Islander, and what should I see but an unmistakeable lookery-liker.
Strutting alongside the pool with his swagger stick swinging wildly out of control (he could have someone's eye out with that) and trailed by a swarm of local lovelies of all genders and none, one can smell the dissolute old suave's after-shave from here.
I think from the aroma it may be called 'Brutal' or 'Chip Shop'.
In this photo you can't see the safari suit that clothed his portly frame, or indeed the pithed helmet he bore tucked under his arm, but Lordy-a-Mighty what a ringer for Clark Gable!
Strutting alongside the pool with his swagger stick swinging wildly out of control (he could have someone's eye out with that) and trailed by a swarm of local lovelies of all genders and none, one can smell the dissolute old suave's after-shave from here.
I think from the aroma it may be called 'Brutal' or 'Chip Shop'.
In this photo you can't see the safari suit that clothed his portly frame, or indeed the pithed helmet he bore tucked under his arm, but Lordy-a-Mighty what a ringer for Clark Gable!
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