Your recent pimento-flinging blog entry reminded me of something I read recently.
Manners are a preoccupation of the middle classes.
The truly entitled do whatever the hell they feel like.
Throw those pimentos, deepfry.
Throw them with the confidence of a woman entirely outside the petty squabbling of those beneath her.
Shakespeare said it best in Henry V:
O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings.
Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion:
we are the makers of manners, Kate.
Dirty martinis are so so good.
One of these days I'm going to cut out the middleman and just order a glass of olive juice.