Yeah. Because nothing says ‘sexy’ like stained teeth, hands, stinky breath and a distorted lip. Mmmmm.
I particularly love: “Handsome beast, she murmurs. And nuzzles the horse. She doesn’t fool me.”
The one saving grace is his rather natty tweed jacket. Other than that, I’d stick to the horse. It probably has better breath…
Telegraph Magazine, July 7th 1967