Nikki Clarke yawns as he squirts product onto Claudia Winkelmann. His eyes wander across the quietly humming Daimlers chavving up Berkeley Square and up up up into the branches of the most ancient trees ouside Benelux.
Nicki leaves Claudia momentarily. He takes out a brown stubby thing and points it at a shop window. He takes out his mobile phone to make a photograph that could be called Norman Nub Hartnell. He enters a competition and wins a paper certificate that says Well Done, You - Nikki.
Lord I wish I had a shaving of Nickki's excitement today.
Actually I reckon it will be out back at Stella McCartney. She's open-minded.
Nicki leaves Claudia momentarily. He takes out a brown stubby thing and points it at a shop window. He takes out his mobile phone to make a photograph that could be called Norman Nub Hartnell. He enters a competition and wins a paper certificate that says Well Done, You - Nikki.
Lord I wish I had a shaving of Nickki's excitement today.
Actually I reckon it will be out back at Stella McCartney. She's open-minded.
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