Many happy returns of the day to you Christian (and David, of course). One of the few pictures I have managed to locate of the two of you without either of you donning that "smouldering look a la Mr Darcey", as Bush so vividly puts it. One day, I might tell the story of when Helen used to wait outside the bathroom when she lived with Christian just to see him come out in just a greying-white towel and dripping with water, but perhaps I shall save that for another day. Discretion is my middle name, after all.
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