A most superb supper with dear Blinky consisted of larks tongues in aspic followed by jugged hare all washed done with a rather cheeky Margaux.
Went on to Ciro's in Lower Regent street, the main ballroom was awash with young fillies eager for a trot. What! Did best to oblige! Rather pleased to observe that the recent loss of three fingers to frostbite had not affected my young chums foxtrot! C.F.