From the easel of Beau Bo D'Or, this is a corker. Mr Paul Dorries' Jaguar is getting particularly ragged from all those moonlit flits, be they from farmyards, hamlets, apartments or railway terraces. Substantial his and hers Mercs for the hard-working Dorries Mum-P and House Husband would be muchly appreciated. Run arounds for staff would be lovely yes. Seems like bloody miles to the Black Horse.
Please deliver all four motors to Ye Second Home, nudge nudge wink wink.