Hmmm. Desperado romantico in vino tinto bellissimo.
I'm still coming to terms with the Spiv's failure to date in fetching me up against some sordid female with too much money and a brain that can accommodate a sizeable knowledge of figurines and a delight in listening well to often complex stories of drunken intrigue.
Three strikes and you're out is, I am led to believe, common parlance in the old advertising-for-luuuurrrrvve game, so this is my last Spiv-directed attempt to hook a wriggler.
His advice is 'honesty is the best policy' but I have to ask myself, how on earth does he know that?
OK. Seconds out...round three.
Eligible, debonair, Richard Gere look-ee-likee linked to motor sports. Own substantial financial assets, and a superb townhouse in fashionable Hornsey in excellent condition. Would be good, wouldn't it? Well, lower your sights you dimwit. Box 2777776.
That's going in Hare and Hound.
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