…And you MUST have four names

Welcome to the UES, where old money gents are mellow yet insecure because they didn’t earn it themselves, or, even worse, it is from their wife’s side of the family and hurts their di(ck)nity. Moving down to other generations, like mine, which I think have a slightly better grasp of the real world, I amContinue reading “…And you MUST have four names”