At some point, I have felt terribly awkward for displaying a very rough first draft online( in semi-public). It was like going to a fancy dinner restaurant without putting a decent make-up.
Then I thought today, oh well, fuckit, I own the restaurant. ( without the fancy part :P)
Tony and Bernard spent Christmas with Liz and Philip in Cape Town. They owned a villa in Clifton, the most exclusive area in the province. While they stayed there, Bernard saw at least a handful of celebrities on the beach. It was surreal that he was staying with one of them as a family member.
Philip cooked a turkey and him and Tony made a cranberry pie. Liz was surprised at Tony presenting himself in the kitchen at all. Apparently she never had seen him being domestic during the time they were together.
There was endless champagne, which they much enjoyed every drop. It was private and quiet as the last thing all of them wanted was some random tourist taking pictures of them and uploaded to internet or something. They stayed at the villa during the day, walked on the beach at nights. The water was too cold to swim in, unless you wore a wetsuit. That’s Cape Town for you, beautiful to look, viciously cold underneath.