October 3rd, 2006As he lay stretched out on the sofa in his Chelsea flat, a bag of ice pressed to his forehead, Monty Pippin tried to wrap his mind around what he had done only the night before ( Read more... )

Monty eyed the contents of the tray critically before lifting it and heading carefully for the stairs. Strawberries, pineapple and other fresh fruit together with a dip made from whipped cream, vanilla and cinnamon. Pastries. A small vase with pink rosebuds and baby's breath. And, because a birthday girl deserves a little excess, champagne ( Read more... )

This is my life
It's not what it was before

Lourdes Ortega giggled at the sight of Montgomery Pippin adjusting his tie for the dozenth time during their drive. "Sweetie, you're so twitchy. C'mon, your parents can't be that bad ( Read more... )