What Was It Really All About?

This week the bespoke division of Aston Martin managed a joint announcement with Jeremy Hackett of London's Hackett Tailoring, to the effect that Jeremy Hackett would be carrying out a 'designer treatment' version of the new Aston Martin Rapide S.

...As you can see, I am assiduously steering clear of any 'spy talk' just for now.

Hurricane Florence has come and it will go. And then there will be a flurry and a lightning storm over in Washington D.C.

Meanwhile, allow me to treat you to some nice pics in lieu of the real thing:

'Joy of Blackwater...' LOL

And if you might think we have all run a bit dry over here for some nice juicy NEW information, forget it! I have been literally overrun with absolutely stunning material which even I had little suspicion even existed.

This is one of these things which may have to stay deeply tucked into the lower drawers for a while yet but I shall pose this therefore, rather rhetorical question - do you think that Truman Capote was such a great writer that simply everyone who was anyone came to his masked ball that time...? Seeing as how to make things all the more absurd, he was really a hick-town boy from a place in Alabama that no one ever heard of albeit it was named after the fifth President of the United States James Monroe.

I mean you (IE meaning I, 'you' generically; thou, all of us) have to be pretty damn stupid to believe all the drivel about Capote and that damned silly 'black and white ball' back when... That is to say, when you think about it all now.

This is the place we're talking about, around about the time in question

I mean if you put your mind to it, you can really get taken in by the news-media and propaganda. See the thing is, media people have been lying viciously to the public for decades upon decades now. 

I'm not going to plaster the same old slick and glossy pics of that goddamn ball, with absolutely every single big-wig from high society swanning around in the Plaza Hotel in New York in 1966.

Maybe we can just stick a pic up of Truman and his friend Marilyn Monroe...

These things all just happen, see. Especially because farm boy was a such good writer - which he wasn't actually 'cause he could never even actually finish a book and even 'Breakfast @' turned into mush more than half-way through. 

Yeah. These things all just happen the way they tell ya.