Saturday, September 12, 2009

Oh, did I forget something?

Ah yes, "talking of beautiful young men...."

In Betty's one of the waiters was an exquisite child of no more than 14 or 15 I would say; straight and supple and blond and perfect of feature, he seemed to carry himself like a ballet dancer -calm, poised, never ruffled. I could not stop watching him.

Indeed, I could almost have wished to be Oscar Wilde.


Avus said...

Good to see that the "longing" never leaves us, no matter the age, Judith!

Rosa Dartle said...

Hmmm. Now, of course, I shall have to pay a visit on my next trip over to Harrogate in search of the golden boy for myself, and I doubt I'll be the only one. In fact I suspect Bettys should be paying you royalties, Judith. Or perhaps you could try negotiating a discount with them for your readers.
(Incidentally, I always thought it was Bettys with no possessive apostrophe because there were two Bettys involved, and imagined them as the Aunts from Arsenic & Old Lace. But I expect you are correct and it was more a matter of them making the logo easier to reproduce than of correct punctuation.)