Hello, hello, Bosie Giddy-Gaylord here. This past month, not very much has happened! I tried a new parfume, bought the most fabulous smoking jacket, and I have discovered, joyfully I might add, that purple is definitely my colour.

The lives of our favourite noblemen, however, do not leave much for me to entertain you with. It would seem that this group has fallen prey to mistress Fortuna’s niche of the game of chance, entertaining themselves with card games and the likes. Lord Boyling in particular has proven himself adept, in that he quite recently utterly defeated a shrivelled and sweating Lord Mottsford in a tournament that took place on a steamboat in the Stockholm archipelago. I might add to that that Lord Mottsford has not been seen around with his usual frequency since then. One could assume that the loss of a significant portion of his family inheritance has forced him to seek refuge in less prestigious surroundings.

Lord Ponkleton, on the other hand, though not having trounced anyone in a game of chance, has found contentment elsewhere. While I am not at liberty to use these pages to describe the contentment in question, Noel Blunt, the as yet unofficially unauthorised biographer of Lord Ponkleton, will tell you more about this nobleman’s recently made acquaintance with a bellydancer when he returns from his engagements at the Old Bailey later this week. So keep a sharp eye on the Archives section to see if his article hasn't dropped in yet.

I do hope, dear reader, that I have more to regale you with next month. But until then, I am sure that I do not have to remind you, that you still have my old contributions to this gossip column right here below, to read and enjoy at your leisure.

In the hopes that you must endure no bad hair days, and no creases in your lapels,

Ever faithfully,

Bosie Giddy-Gaylord