Day two and your prêt-a-priest rose Lazarus-like with a sore head. Last eventide I mixed with my parishioners at the party thrown by Matches boutique in the diocese of Marylebone. I must confess that I turned mineral water into sparkling wine on one too many occasions. Such is my cross to bear. After breakfasting on strong flat whites, sacramental wafers and prayers for forgiveness, I was reborn, resurrected and ready to worship womenswear once more.
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