Dear Diary,
Gee! The Jungle Jive Party at the Winkle Picker Club was a total sell out success. The dance floor was positively heaving and the clubbers looked absolutely fabulous in their fancy dress. Most of the chaps were wearing their old khaki combat gear and knotted hankies on their heads. Whilst the gals favoured animal print fabrics and evening gloves draped with ivy. Of course I designed my outfit especially for the event. I chose the camel coloured Austen skirt and knotted a sleeveless white blouse at the waist, topped off a pith helmet and riding crop.
The stage was dressed with fake palm trees, bunches of wax bananas and heaps of potted rubber plants, it looked like a movie set! The Chico band dressed as gorillas and by the end of the night they were certainly behaving like a bunch of cheeky monkeys. Those Chico fellows sure know how to put on a fabulous show! The club was really swinging as the band played a scorching medley of Benny Goodman numbers. The surprise finale was a real crowd pleaser. Oh my golly gosh! I needed the riding crop to help keep my hemline in place when the Chico gorillas suddenly swept me off my feet then carried me off stage! The crowd went wild with raucous applause.
Later, at the cocktail bar Mr. Fitzpatrick the Proprietor was positively beaming with delight and once again the champagne over flowed. As we held our glasses high in a celebratory toast, a distinguished looking gentleman caught my eye. Sitting alone in the corner, he raised his glass in unison and continued to hold my gaze. He approached the bar tentatively and extended his hand warmly to receive mine. “Enchanted my dear,” he spoke softly “Lord Anthony Parker-Bowles, at your service.” Naturally, I allowed him to escort me towards his cosy corner table for a private tête-à-tête. We spent the rest of the evening drinking champagne and discussing his enormous inheritance, a Tudor mansion in Hampshire. Oh Lord!
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