Layer one - cake soaked in brandy and then some fruit from the allotment smashed into jam.

KER-CHING!!! The perfect feast before setting out on New Year's Eve to get drunk.
So here we are, having eaten the trifle and now at the Cambria. At this point we've not seen Ruby Venezuela. She appeared like a giant blimp draped in fabric with a giant turban resting on her head. She sat at the top of the stairs then didn't move all night.
Here's Cres, before her man attracting perfume drew the men in like flies to honey. She was fighting them off with a stick, or Julian's arm, which is rather stick-like.



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