@bingleynickerson
London, United Kingdom
Bingley Nickerson Town & Country / Man of Style & Distinction / Rock Star Wife
@bingleynickerson When you are unable to share monogrammed luggage, shirts, stationery, or handkerchiefs, you get matching tattoos on your ring fingers. @johnnyamor #love
Text from Madison Van Doren:
I am in love, love, love! Crabbing is a damn fine way to get all sweaty on a lazy afternoon. I love it! (BTW, Chase Aiken has shown me a few more ways to get all sweaty on a lazy afternoon. What-what!)
Text from Deidre Waites:
BLIMEY! I know you are trying to enjoy your holiday with Mr. Knightley, but my agent just rang. Guess what? We Are Not Amused hit the top-ten list for trade sales in the United Kingdom, and Lucy Worsley’s people have reached out to say she is interested in a collaborative project! I love Lucy Worsley! She has a fantastic lisp and she wears tights with high-heeled Mary Janes!
Text from Ethan Parsons:
As vicar, I find myself in the unusual position of needing guidance. It is of a nonspiritual nature, I assure you. Years ago, at a vicarage luncheon, over bowls of celery root soup, I developed an ardent fondness for Miss Deidre Waites. Recently, I shared my feelings with her. She did not take me seriously. You are an authority on dating. What do you suggest? How might I woo and win Deidre Waites? God bless.
Text from Isabella Nickerson:
Hello, love. I hope you are having a splendid time in Rio. Sun, sand, and samba! I have just heard the most scrummy gossip about Vicar Parsons that simply would not wait for your return. Remember the story I told you about his youthful indiscretion? Well, the girl he had the indiscretion with won eighteen-million euros in the Irish Lotto three months ago! The good vicar has made several trips to Cork these last few weeks. I have it on good authority he proposed to her yesterday, but she turned him down.
Text from Tara Maxwell:
I am as big as a whale—and I did not get this way from eating boxes of Feckin’ Faddle! I blame a feckin’ eejit Irishman with eyes as blue as the sea, one too many Bánánach Brews, and a hot and heavy session of bumping uglies in the cider barn. Remind me: Does your Mr. Knightley have blue eyes? If he does, promise me you will not look directly into them. Ever.
Text from Manderley de Maloret:
I am wearing a Dior gown to the Cannes Film Festival gala. No, you may not borrow it.
THE END
(or as we like to say in Charleston, That’s All, Y’all)
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