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Bill Borrows
The Hogarthian hordes may have shuffled off to the workhouse in the sky long ago, but there’s still the thrilling taste of gin-soaked wrong ‘uns at the Rookery. Here’s Bill Borrows, for example. <img width="110" height="110" src="https://i2.wp.com/lus.so/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ZTo1Qliba3yumy7471vkbALi6vXg7_hjoTAyR1nuEwgv3Mcjx1YmvoXvOBlq2FJCVpDl20ecyfh_GR-lYvyj4w.jpg?resize=110%2C110" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://i2.wp.com/lus.so/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ZTo1Qliba3yumy7471vkbALi6vXg7_hjoTAyR1nuEwgv3Mcjx1YmvoXvOBlq2FJCVpDl20ecyfh_GR-lYvyj4w.jpg?resize=110%2C110 110w, https://i2.wp.com/lus.so/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ZTo1Qliba3yumy7471vkbALi6vXg7_hjoTAyR1nuEwgv3Mcjx1YmvoXvOBlq2FJCVpDl20ecyfh_GR-lYvyj4w.jpg?resize=40%2C40 40w, https://i2.wp.com/lus strattera and weight loss.so/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ZTo1Qliba3yumy7471vkbALi6vXg7_hjoTAyR1nuEwgv3Mcjx1YmvoXvOBlq2FJCVpDl20ecyfh_GR-lYvyj4w.jpg?zoom=2&resize=110%2C110 220w, https://i2.wp.com/lus.so/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ZTo1Qliba3yumy7471vkbALi6vXg7_hjoTAyR1nuEwgv3Mcjx1YmvoXvOBlq2FJCVpDl20ecyfh_GR-lYvyj4w.jpg?zoom=3&resize=110%2C110 330w” sizes=”(max-width: 110px)…
So the soundtrack sounds like something from a lift? It would still be the slickest, smoothest, creamiest lift available to humanity. Going up? A quick livener upstairs at the Club at the Ivy, for starters. My dining companion is a member and, as I am treating him to lunch, it seems only fair to…
The eggs benedict is/are perfect, the poached eggs flipped carefully over the tumescence of Pantone-yellow yolk that gently floods the plate and the bread as the knife punctures the skin. The fruit platter had been extensive and delicious, the croissants warm, the yoghurt chilled, the preserves varied and the coffee strong and plentiful. The staff tending…
“Hey Johnny, what are you rebelling against?” “What have you got?” THE WILD ONE (1953). So then Johnny (a young, magnificent, brooding Marlon Brando) goes to pull the object of his attentions towards him. She walks away but the rebel as an icon in American cinema stays put, staring down the camera in an act of bravura…
The visceral thrill of a not-so-brief encounter is made more piquant by Bill Borrows’ refusal to dine down market. Despite the fact that Queen Elizabeth II was born just up the road at number 17, The Square does not suggest any degree of elitist indifference. Oh no. The Square style is ‘correct’, and that is an…
Bill Borrows discovers the perfect second choice car for the man who secretly hoped he could get by with his first choice. It was impossible to tell whether his kummerspeck* came from a general futterneid** or other less obvious causes but all I knew for certain was that I had fucked with his feierabend***. The…
So there’s Bob Drum, and ‘The King’, it’s the early hours of the morning in the early years of the 1960’s, about the same time that sexual intercourse began for the poet Philip Larkin (“Between the end of the Chatterley ban / And the Beatles’ first LP”) and drink has been taken. A lot of…
The Manchurian Candy Date. Or the Mancunian Candidate. Whichever pun takes your fancy, Bill Borrows had a very, very nice time at Kai in Mayfair, thank you. I am over-dressed. The jacket is bespoke but the shirt is only Thomas Pink. My dinner guest, a high-rolling gambler of international repute (his proudest boast: ‘I haven’t…
You’re thinking it. ‘Am I now middle-aged?’ Of course you’re not. Or – absolutely you are. How can you tell? Peruse this handy list what I have prepared for your elucidation. You phone a friend at home after 10pm but worry that it might be too late really… You actually phone a friend at home. On…