Back in August Belinda Robertson (`cashmere queen Belinda Robertson', to use her full title) organised to fashion show to promote her `range of cashmere essentials' with music and
champagne sparkling wine. The postcard-sized flyers used to promote the event consist of a picture of a model---I think it's Katie Robertson, Belinda's daughter, but since I can't see her face I can't be sure---wearing cashmere knickers next to a cello.
(Wouldn't cashmere knickers itch like a Dimension Of Pure Itching?)
We had a stack of these flyers at the hotel. The event finished on the 25th August. Since then I haven't thrown the leaflets away because they add a nice splash of colour to a table otherwise covered in identical `come to our ghost tour' and `come to our other ghost tour, with the same people wearing different outfits' leaflets. Plus it's a very nice picture of Katie, and it seems faintly disrespectful to just dispose of her, to cast her aside like grains of salt from the basket of an old man, simply because the event is over.
Over the last eight months the stack of flyers has gradually been getting fewer and fewer. Somebody has been finding a use for all those pictures of Katie's bottom.