White shoes
White teeth
As Barrymore would call it
Aw’wight
My fashion sense is more basic and utilitarian.
I wear dark grey weasel shoes and shades to match.
I don’t get invites to parties any more –
my oxygen cylinders tend to put people off
‘Do yer wanna puff ?
No I’ve brought my own, tanks !”
– but when I did get invites, back in the day, I used to trip up a lot of the opposition, while looking the other way.
