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[milky-aeons]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏-𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑

౨ৎ . . . in which you and general CHUUYA NAKAHARA celebrate the success of a recent mission over a bottle of wine. somehow, you decide to test each other's skills at a game of poker.

warnings: alcohol intake, criminal themes, sexual content, gambling, strip-tease, biting, pet-names, praising, mdni, w.c 2.6k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ omen — sam smith ꒱ ˎˊ-

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑, as any seasoned master would tell you, was a game of bluff.

Strip-poker, however, was an entirely different playing field. It was a game of control.

The intimate hue of the lights down here in one of the many holds of the Port Mafia was a warm gold. It glinted against the cache of wine you both had raided in lieu of the recent events. A money heist, executed even smoother than the original draw-up had expected. So smooth, in fact, that both you and General Chuuya Nakahara had set the Port Mafia ahead of the game for months. Not only was Mori immensely pleased with your work, he had gone further to give you both a hefty bonus, too.

As well as permission to take your fill of the fine stock of red wine waiting to be illegally exported in the basement of the organisation.

"Call." Chuuya's voice filled the small, humid room. His clear blue eyes flicked up to you from behind his two cards — and you felt them, the sheer weight of them, all along your exposed skin.

He was winning. You never knew how good the General was at poker, because what reason did a mafioso mainly working out in the field have for such a game? It wasn't like you had stellar holding skills either, but you liked to believe you were good enough to call his bluff when he started gloating how badly he'd kick your ass at it.

"Oi, oi, you sure about this, princess? Don't go makin' statements you can't stand upon." "Please. I'm a mafia crook, Nakahara, I don't make statements I can't live up to." "Then why don't we have a game? I'm sure there's a dusty pack somewhere around here." Perhaps it was the liquid courage running through veins that sparked the idea in your mind. The expensive limited edition California Cabernet still sweet and cool on your lips. They tugged into a sly smile when you said, "Oh, I have a better idea."

You fidgeted a little under his unwavering stare — feeling the pebbling of your flesh across your shirtless collarbone. You chewed your lip, looking at the flop he'd dealt, then to your cards.

"Raise."

Chuuya's eyebrow cocked. "You're bluffin'."

The score in the present moment was tipped in his favour, but that was not to say you hadn't won a couple of rounds that had cost him his small brown jacket, his tight-fitting waistcoat and the black leather harness usually criss-crossed at his chest. He sat cross-legged before you in nothing but a loose white shirt and pants.

You, on the other hand, was suffering a bit more from your choice to wear less layers that morning.

Your satin blouse had been discarded after his victorious hand in the last round, leaving you sitting before the man in nothing but your lacey red bra and form-fitting pants. There was a rose flush against your chest as your breasts pebbled and strained a little, not used to being under the watchful eyes of a General who commanded swaths of terrifying mafiosos.

Keeping his eye-contact, you picked up your glass of wine and took a greedy sip. "Am I?" You hummed, batting your eyelashes innocently.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you, his sharp canines poking from between his lips. He leaned back and threw his hand down. "Full house."

Glee was a thousand racing sparks through your body when you mirrored him, slapping your cards onto the cobblestone. "Straight flush."

"Fuck!"

You grinned at his loss like a silly teenager, leaning so you could cradle your face in one of your hands. "Boo-hoo! Eat shit, Nakahara."

He looked absolutely adorable when he grumbled like that, you thought in a haze when he cursed another blue streak of profanities and began unbuttoning the upper half of his shirt. Unveiling a sliver of his ivory-white skin with each pop, his deft fingers working quickly. It was not warm down in the Port Mafia's storage bunkers, solely because it had been built into the stone and had no access to general plumbing or heat, but you couldn't help the lick of flame that cascaded down your back the longer you stared at him.

All power and lean muscle, littered with little scars that echoed to the place he must have come from, your mouth went a little dry when he undid the last button and began shrugging the shirt off. His shoulder muscles flexed when he pulled the sleeves off, throwing it behind him somewhere. You were suddenly hyper-aware of every breath, every movement you made when he turned back to look at you.

He scowled. "What?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring."

Regrouping your composure, you covered it up with a taunting expression. "Just revelling in your embarrassing loss."

"Shut up and deal, princess."

"Sore loser."

A handful of rounds later and you had Chuuya stripped down to only his boxer briefs and gloves he always refused to take off — for obvious reasons. The latest article of clothing he had deigned to shed after you had thrown down a four-of-a-kind to his flush was the leather collar he always bracketed his neck with. You were not used to seeing the long column of his throat so exposed — it elicited deep, wild feelings in the pool of your stomach. Like how you wanted to drag your tongue from the base of his pectorals up to his mouth.

Stop—you're not going there.

Chuuya dug his hand into those wild red locks of his and ruffled it, annoyed. "There just ain't no way you've been this lucky so far. You've got to be fuckin' cheating, or somethin'."

You brought the deck before you to give it another shuffle. "One day, you'll live up to my greatness. But for now, I think it's safe to say that I'm the better player at poker."

"No way," He thrust his hand out so you would give him the deck. "We're playing one more round."

Your eyebrows raised at his boldness. He had no more pieces of clothing to give — save for his gloves, the man was practically naked if you disregarded his briefs. There was little objections on your part for another round as you still had your bra and your pants on, just as before, but him—

"Chuuya," You started, flickering your eyes down his bare body. It was a hard feat to try and hide how dry it made your mouth, the sheer beauty of him. "Seriously. You've got nothing left."

He cocked his head. "'Course I do. I've still got one more." And flicked his eyes pointedly to his briefs. As if it were the most normal thing in the world. It occurred to you that he was a stubborn, competitive man, and that he definitely wasn't going down without a fight.

Swallowing, you unpasted your tongue from the roof of your mouth. Cleared your throat as your heart had lurched right up into it.

"If you say so." You said quietly. In a voice that had become lower, thicker. You handed the deck over to him and watched him deal.

You felt your stomach bottom out at the two cards that looked at you with their glossy surface when you checked them. Two aces. His long fingers burned the first card and dealt three, showing you the black and white faces of an ace, a king, and a three of hearts.

The river card; another ace. The remaining one of the deck.

Fuck.

"What's your call, princess?" Chuuya murmured, not looking at his cards when you glanced his way.

The dim lights that illuminated your space flickered, just like your pulse, at the type of stare he was pinning you to the spot with. Like he knew exactly what cards you held, but instead of getting angry like you expected him to that you had stole another round of victory from him, he was expectant. Leaning forward a little, the girth of him evident and so inviting in those boxer briefs.

Your mind went a little foggy. You nibbled your lip again, your body going warm.

"Can I fold?" You whispered with the slightest tremour of tease.

He smirked, then threw his cards down — a king, a five of spades. You had the winning hand. Chuuya then leaned back, placing both hands behind him so his chest appeared broader, his eyes looked up at you, and he said, "If ya want. We can call it quits."

This was madness. The way the room was now so stifling it was almost hard to breathe — the open invitation he was giving you, the sudden, fire-crackling electricity igniting the air between you both. You hesitated with your deck, wondering if this would be a mistake. If you'd both wake up in the morning with a headache and the sick feeling of what the hell had you just done?

There was a quiet slap when you revealed your two ace cards; four of a kind, decimating his own.

You didn't care.

"I win." You whispered, letting the sound trail off. Expectant and pregnant.

And, by the looks of it, neither did he.

Chuuya's keen eyes flashed. He lifted his hand, but not to push down the last article of his clothing. Instead, he crooked a quick finger to you. "C'mere."

You almost melted into a heap on that floor amidst the cards and the wine. But you complied. You pitched forward so to go on all fours, your breasts exposed and swaying when you took calculated, predatory crawling steps over to him.

"Do you need some help there, General?" You teased him.

He snarled a little at the title you used to coo at him. Prideful bastard. He shifted his long legs so as you could see the large, hard shape of him through the boxer briefs. He reached out to catch your chin in his leather-gloved hand, tilting your head up so as to look at him.

He looked like he was just about ready to devour you.

"Come collect your prize, pretty girl."

It was about all the instruction you needed — shaking off your hesitancy and replacing it with a burning, chaotic desire.

You had leaned up to your full height and reached back, unclasping the bra that had been chaffing your agonisingly sensitive breasts. You pulled it loose and let it fall, exposing to the General and his eyes that burned a wicked blue flame.

He reached for you — bringing you close, close enough to collide your two bodies and latch a hungry mouth around your nipple. The other, he kneaded with his free hand, pinching and grounding against it so hard it was almost painful. But a pleasurable type of pain — the type that made you throw your head back and groan. His mouth was hot and wild, and his teeth, they nipped and suckled and made all thoughts eddy out of your fuzzy mind.

"Fuck—ah—!" You moaned, rocking your chest into his face, coming to clutch the back of his hair. Chuuya was ravenous. He had curled his fingers into the waistband of your pants and ripped. Throwing the ruined material to the side and pushing you down. Letting your damp underwear grind up against him, creating friction against his cock that strained underneath you.

He cursed. He pulled away, looking down where you two grinded together, effortlessly rolling his hips up to you and meeting halfway. "Shit, you're incredible." He growled out, and reached down to replace the friction of his cock with two fingers. He traced the seam of your underwear, murmuring, who's a good girl? Who's so wet and needy for me, hm? Such a sly little thing, trying to strip me bare.

"Chuuya—" You were bucking into his hand. "I need you, fuck, I need you." You needed him inside you now, right now.

Of course, he wasn't going to give it to you right away. "You need what, princess?" He moaned, teasing you, killing you. He was pressing the pad of his thumb against your apex and drawing slow, tantalising circles. "C'mon, use your words."

You gripped his face and crashed your lips on top of his — and he groaned. Deep and rumbling from the back of his throat, gripping you tightly to him by clasping his fingers hard into your ass.

"I need," You snarled through the kiss, the bites, the tongue tasting you. "I need you — I need you to fuck me."

Chuuya chuckled a sound so intimate you could almost feel it vibrating down to your pulsing core. "Atta girl." He praised, and you could feel him parting your underwear to the side and the press of a hot, leaking cock against your heat. He found your opening and slid inside — fast and quick, hot and unstoppable — just like he always was. "Atta fucking girl."

"Shit!" You cried in ecstasy as he pumped into you. Holding you against him on the floor as he rose up, down, up, down. Unbothered by the fact he was lifting your whole body weight with each thrust. He rocked his hips up, taking yours with two hands and pushing down, fucking into you roughly.

"You feel so fuckin'—" His teeth flashed, and then you watched his eyes swim, knocking his head back when he groaned. "Christ, princess, you feel amazing."

You dug your nails into his pectorals and matched his rhythm. Your breasts bouncing, mouth falling open and taking in short, gasping breaths every time he slammed back into you. There was something feverish in the way you two had come together — something wild. Like this unspoken strain had existed between you both until something finally gave it life. And when your pleasure crested, swelled, came to that tip of the apex, you handed it all over and fell. You screamed out his name, letting it bounce against the walls and the stones and the wine bottles left emptied. Until it mixed with his own when he came after, pumping into you slowly and tenderly to drag out your pleasures for as long as he could

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[isitgintimeyet]

Just A Friend

Previous

AO3

Another Sunday, another chapter. Hope it’s a good weekend for you all, despite these uncertain times. I always intended this story to be a bit of fluffy light relief from the real world. Thanks for all the support for it.

There will probably be another 3 chapters after this, depending on how the characters behave. I cant seem to make them do what I want sometimes!

Thanks to @wickedgoodbooks for the beta

Chapter 11: From Marriage to Mackenzie

It’s 1pm and I’m in a hotel room, still in a bathrobe, sipping Buck’s Fizz whilst a hairdresser wrestles with my wayward curls, finally managing to corral them into some sort of recognisable hair style.

Geillis is sitting on the edge of the bed incongruously dressed in tiara and bathrobe, her hair arranged in an elaborate updo. I catch her eye through the dressing table mirror and smile before my vision is obscured by a miasma of hairspray.

A few final tweaks of my curls and it’s done. I am just amazed that my hair can be cajoled into such glossy, bouncy curls, held behind one ear by an ornately decorated comb. With suitable compliments and thanks, Geillis and I bid goodbye to the hairdresser.

The bride stands up and adjusts the belt of her robe. She seems the epitome of calm.

“Are you not nervous, Geillis? You’ll be walking down the aisle in about an hour’s time.”

“Weel, I am a wee bit worried about a couple of things,” she admits. “I dinna ken how ma cousin Janie will behave. She may try tae proposition every man under the age of seventy five. And as fer Dougal’s Uncle Eric—he has been known tae get steamin’ drunk and puke in the rose beds. But about the marrying? Nah, I dinna have any nerves about that. I want tae spend ma life wi’ Dougal and that’s what today is all about. I have nae worries about making that commitment. He’s the one fer me. When ye ken, ye ken. Trust me, Claire.”

The pocket of her bathrobe begins to buzz. She quickly pulls out her phone and reads the message.

“I’d best go. That was Mam, fretting about something or other. Are ye ok getting dressed on yer own?”

“I’ve managed for the past twenty nine years or so. I dare say I can manage another day.” I sigh theatrically.

“I ken. Ye can manage on yer own. Ye always do. But thanks fer being here with me today. It means a lot tae have the people who mean the most tae me around,” she leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “But remember what I said, Claire, when ye ken, ye ken. Dinna ignore it.”

Pausing at the interconnecting doorway, she does a quick body shimmy and grins. “Woo hoo! I’m getting married. Canna believe it’s here now,”

From the adjoining room, I can hear a shouted response. “Geillis Duncan, ye get here now. Yer mam reckons that makeup lassie has done her eyeliner wonky. It looks fine tae me. Can ye come and talk some sense in tae the daft cow?”

“Alright, Da, I’m coming.” Geillis yells back before leaving to deal with her parents.

I sit down and study my bridesmaid’s dress, now hanging on the wardrobe door. I’m getting excited about the day ahead. Probably not as much as Geillis, obviously, but a host of butterflies appears to have taken residence in the pit of my stomach.

I’m truly thrilled for Geillis to be marrying Dougal—they love each other so much. But, also, it’s scary to me. She is willing, eager even, to commit to one person, to base her future life, her future happiness on one man. If they should ever leave…well, I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with that. If you love too hard, you can hurt too much. Trust me on that, I know. People leave you. Don’t give your heart to anyone, keep it hidden away, protected…intact.

The ping from my phone diverts me from this somber train of thought.

I’m downstairs at the hotel. Can you come and say hello?

I quickly type:

Come up to the 2nd floor. I’ll meet you by the lift.

Making sure the keycard is in my pocket, I slip my feet into the hotel’s complimentary slippers and shuffle out to meet Jamie.

I’m already waiting as the lift door opens and he emerges. My first thought is oh wow, as is my second...and third. He has made an effort for this wedding, and it’s certainly paid off. Eschewing the more formal Prince Charlie style, he’s wearing a charcoal grey jacket and waistcoat, perfectly matching the grey in his kilt. A crisp white shirt and burgundy tie complement the secondary colours in the tartan. His sporran is black leather, heavily etched or embossed. I can’t quite make out the detail. Then I feel myself blush as I realise I have been clearly staring at his...er, lower body. I look up quickly.

Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to have noticed. He looks me up and down and smiles. “Nice outfit,” he comments drily. “Is the bride wearing white towelling too? What’s the theme? Salon chic?”And is that part of the design?” He points to an orange stain on the front of my robe. I pull a face and tie the belt tighter, trying to tuck the offending piece of material out of sight.

“Must have spilled a drop of my Buck’s Fizz.”

“Drinking already? Dinna be staggering down the aisle.”

He reaches out towards my hair and pauses for a second before making a random circular motion with his hand. “And this…I like yer hair. It’s verra…verra…” he searches for the word. “... asymmetric.”

“Thank you,” I hold the ‘skirt’ of my robe and bob a little curtsy. “That’s totally what we were going for—asymmetric.”

He laughs. “Nah, seriously. Yer hair and yer makeup look grand. I’m sure ye’ll look lovely in yer dress.”

I gesture to my room. “I’d best finish getting ready.”

“Aye, I’ll see ye downstairs.” He presses the button for the lift.

“By the way, you look grand too.” I try to say it in an understated way. It’s true, but I don’t want him to read anything into the statement.

The lift arrives and he steps inside. As the doors close, he fires a parting shot. “Especially the sporran, eh?”

*********

Now in my bridesmaid’s dress, I practice a couple of pirouettes in front of the mirror before hearing a quick knock on the door to the adjoining room.

“Ye ready, Claire? Mam’s jes’ gone down. Only us three left.”

I walk through to the other room to be met by a riot of open suitcases, bags and boxes. A variety of towels, dressing gowns and footwear seem to be carpeting the floor.

“‘S ok,” Geillis’ voice comes from behind me. “It’s no’ ma problem. I’m no’ sleeping here tonight. I’ll be in the bridal suite. This’ll be Mam and Dad’s room.”

I turn to see my best friend now fully dressed and ready. Her father is hovering next to her, clad in kilt and full formal regalia. I always knew she would win that battle.

As beautiful as she looks, the thing that really strikes me is the way her father is watching her, with such love and pride. She returns his gaze and brings her forehead to rest against his cheek.

I swallow hard, fighting the desire to shed a tear. It’s such a precious image, so intimate, but also, I realise that, since Lamb died, I have nobody, no father figure, to share something like this. I feel a momentary pang of, not jealousy, but a feeling of regret over an emotion that I will never get to experience.

And then, just like that, the moment passes.

It always does.

Geillis passes me a creamy white posy tied with a simple ribbon and gathers up her bouquet of peonies, roses and fragrant eucalyptus.

“OK,” she takes a deep breath and breaks into a huge grin. “I think I’m late enough tae get Dougal jes’ a wee bit nervous. Time tae roll.”

*******

The hotel’s orangery provides a perfect setting for the wedding ceremony. Softly diffused sunlight filters through the white muslin drapes at the large windows. A slight breeze wafts the fabric gently, giving tantalising glimpses of the formal gardens outside.

At the end of the room, Dougal and Angus stand beside a large arch of succulent green foliage, staring straight ahead as Geillis and her father begin the procession down the aisle with me following.

Even before he turns to look, I can spot Jamie — his auburn curls are head and shoulders above those around him. He stays still at first, but as we draw near he turns around and grins before doing his funny blink, screwing up his face and closing both eyes, which I have learnt, is Jamie’s attempt at a wink. I return his smile before focussing on the arch getting ever closer.

Dougal appears rooted to the spot, but Angus turns around and watches for a moment before giving me a perfectly executed wink. I smile politely even as I shudder inwardly. The sheer self confidence of that man is beyond belief. Then he disappears from my thoughts as Geillis reaches the arch and passes me her bouquet to hold. The joy on her and Dougal’s faces as they prepare to make their vows is wonderful and I’m so happy to be a part of it all.

***************

They say the sun shines on the righteous. Well, Geillis and Dougal must be exceptionally good, as it’s a perfect summer afternoon. It’s beautifully warm, but not too hot, as all the guests mingle in the gardens, admiring the beautiful surroundings whilst drinking chilled champagne.

The photographer has finished with the formal photographs, so I’m allowed to relax and enjoy a glass or two. I can still spot him wandering around, ready to take more natural, candid shots of the proceedings but nobody seems to mind.

I was initially worried about inviting Jamie to the wedding for a couple of reasons. The first was my friends. Of course, my friends are great, but Anna and Mary can sometimes have an issue with boundaries and I had visions of the ‘conversations’ they might try to have with Jamie — ‘nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition’ unless Anna and Mary are around.

The second reason was that Jamie would literally know only one person at this wedding —me. And that, when I was off doing official ‘wedding stuff’, he would be on his own, billy-no-mates. But, as I look around, I realise I had absolutely nothing to worry about on that score. He has the knack, it seems, to get on with everyone.

At the moment he’s talking to Geillis’s father, laughing and joking like they’re old friends. He notices me looking at him, lifts his empty glass up and points to me. I hold my glass up and nod. He excuses himself and strolls towards the bar.

There’s a slight touch on my elbow. “Hello, dear.”

I draw my attention to the old lady standing next to me—Geillis’ great aunt Frances. I’ve met her on a couple of occasions before and have always enjoyed her company. She’s a straight talker and makes no bones about it. “When ye get tae my age,” I remember her commenting to me “ye dinna have time tae beat about the bush, ye need tae say what ye think.” I like that in a person.

“Hello, how nice to see you.”

“Ye too,dear. I must say ye’re looking awfa bonnie in that dress. It’s a fine colour on ye.”

“Thank you. And you’re looking lovely yourself.”

Frances makes a self deprecating ‘hmph’ sound, dismissing my compliment with a wave of her hand. “Away wi’ ye. Ye do yer best wi’ what ye’ve still got. Which isna much in ma case.”

I shake my head. “Not at—“

But she decides to change the subject and moves on with her next question. “Is that yer young man over there?” She points at Jamie, heading towards us with two glasses of champagne. “He’s a handsome chap, is he no’? Mind ye, that’s no more than ye deserve. Sae, mebbe ye’ll be next?”

“No, we—“

I have no chance to say anything more, before Jamie is by my side and handing me one of the glasses. I take a sip as he notices that Frances has no drink and, without hesitation, he passes the second glass to her.

“Aren’t ye kind… er?” She accepts gratefully.

“Jamie.”

“Weel, Jamie, let me tell ye. It’s been a long while since a good looking young man has brought me a drink. I should make the most of it. Anyway, I was jes’ saying tae our Claire here, how bonnie she looks today. Does she no’?”

She fixes her gaze on Jamie, demanding an answer.

“Aye, she looks lovely.” His eyes meet mine for a second, before I look away and try to change the subject.

“Don’t you think Geillis looks beautiful, Frances?”

But, it seems that Frances has one line of conversation that she is keen to pursue. “Oh aye, she does. But, Jamie, I was jes’ saying tae Claire that mebbe she’ll be next. What d’ye think?”

Fortunately, I’m spared any response as a gong sounds and the maître d’ announces that dinner is served and that everyone should make their way inside to the dining room.

****************

Having narrowly avoided any embarrassment, I am somewhat apprehensive to see Frances at our table. Fortunately, Geillis’ cousin and baby are enough to divert her attention away from any matrimonial prospects that may or may not be on my horizon.

With Jamie sitting by my side, I catch him up on all the behind the scenes activity of my day and we fall into our pattern of easy conversation and gentle banter. From time to time, I can see Frances, opposite, watching us with a look of approval on her face, but she says nothing.

Once the speeches and toasts are over, there’s a palpable change in the guests. Jackets are draped over chair backs, sleeves rolled up and waistcoat buttons undone. I can spot more than one woman moving awkwardly in her chair, struggling to locate the shoes that were eased off out of sight under the table. Cheeks become flushed with an abundance of rich food and tongues become looser with a surfeit of fine wine.

I sip my whisky, savouring its peaty smokiness. Jamie is in a serious rugby related conversation with his neighbour. A rustle of fabric behind me announces the arrival of the bride, a look of frustration on her face.

She greets the table politely before whispering “Can I borrow ye, Claire?”

I make my excuses and follow her into a quieter room.

“What’s up, Geillis? Is everything alright?” I’m concerned that there’s something genuinely wrong.

“It’s his bloody family,” she hisses. “The Mackenzies, if ye give them an inch, they’ll take a fuckin’ mile.”

She takes a deep breath and continues. “Dougal invited his second cousin Gary and his wife tae our evening do. Jes’ the two of them mind. Sae they turn up an hour and a half early and try tae cadge dessert and brandies from the waiters.”

“Where are they now?”

“Och, they’re sitting outside wi’ a couple of spare bottles of wine.” She gestures angrily to the gardens visible through the window. “And they’ll be first in the queue fer the buffet this evening, nae doubt. And what's more, they took it upon themselves tae bring their three bairns too. Weel, I say bairns, but they’re all in their twenties so it’s no’ as if they dinna have a babysitter.”

She finally sits down and lets her shoulders relax.

I take her hand and try to look serious. If this is the worst thing that happens today, that’s not so bad. Although clearly, in Geillis’ eyes, this is a catastrophe. “It’s not going to spoil anything really is it? They didn’t gatecrash the meal or the speeches,” I speak in a soothing tone. “Are you ok now?”

She nods. “Happen ye’re right. I jes’ wanted tae get it off ma chest. And I kent what I was getting in tae wi’ his family. But tae drag Gregory, Alicia and Laoghaire uninvited wi’ them jes’ pisses me off.”

I stare at her. “Laoghaire? Laoghaire Mackenzie?”

“Aye, that’s right. Unusual name, is it no’? Ye dinna find many of them around—thank god.”

[mintjamsblog]

Tommy comes to Margate again and somehow ends up playing a game of chess with Alfie despite knowing only very little about it and somehow it turns into a game of strip chess and Tommy pretends to be Very Mad About It.

This one rather got away from me I’m afraid....

First of all, Tommy is good at chess. Very good. I mean it’s a game that requires strategy and subterfuge, that requires a player to think at least ten steps ahead. Tommy was born for it. He hasn’t, however, played it all that often. Certainly not as often as Alfie has played it lately. Well, you have a lot of time on your hands when you’re dead. He has one board set up in the corner just for an ongoing game between him and Olly. They play via the telephone, mostly, the odd half hour when he visits, but mostly it’s calls. They keep a careful track of each others’ place via grid references. Alfie’s even taken to playing with the delivery boy from the grocery shop on occasion, when he’s craved something a little more intellectually stimulating than shooting birds. 

Which is why it is particularly galling when Tommy has wiped out one bishop, a knight and a rook within the first two dozen moves. 

But Alfie can bide his time because he is nothing if not patient. The exact opposite of Tommy. Tommy is playing like he cannot get this game over with quick enough. Which is not the point with chess, now, is it? And the thing is Alfie can see it coming. Can see him getting cocky, so fucking sure of his abilities that his concentration is slipping. A lot like what happened with that fascist to be honest, and that didn’t end well. 

He can sense Tommy’s growing impatience as he slowly considers his next move. He’s not going to rise to it, Tommy came here so Tommy can damn well wait, but an idea is brewing in his mind.

”Alfie, just play your next move.”

Alfie just strokes at his beard. Another few minutes pass.

“Stop stroking your chin and get on with it.”

“My chin, yeah. One of the few bits of my face left undamaged. Quite fond of it as it happens.” 

“Alfie, just play your goddam move or I’m gonna play it for you. S’fuckin’ obvious.”

“Did you know that chins, right, are uniquely human?”

Tommy just raises his eyebrows in a gesture that says what the fuck? He doesn’t actually roll his eyes, but he’d like to, Alfie can tell.

“Not even our nearest relatives, the apes, possess a bony protuberance beneath their teeth, which is interesting bec….” he doesn’t finish the sentence because Tommy has got out of his chair, reached over to Alfie’s side and moved his remaining knight to cover his queen. It has left Alfie, unusually, speechless. I mean it was exactly the move Alfie was going to make, eventually, but that doesn’t make what Tommy’s done any less mother-fucking rude.

“Well that is just very unsporting Tommy. Very fucking unsporting indeed. Gonna have to be some sort of penalty for that.”

Tommy is leaning back in his chair again with an amused expression on his face. He purses his lips and looks out of the doors momentarily and when he turns back he actually has the semblance of a smile on his face. “A penalty?” he says, reaching for his cigarettes.

“Yeah, mate. A penalty,” he repeats, feigning interest in the horizon for a moment. “A forfeit, if you will.”

“What kind of penalty, Alfie?”

“Think you’re gonna have to lose something, Tommy. Let me see. The jacket should do it.”

“Alfie, it’s fucking chess. I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“And the waistcoat, yeah. That can go too.”

“I’m not taking anything off unless you take one of my pieces.” 

“Oh yes you are, mate,” he says, voice low and gravelly now, because he’s fucking onto something here.

There’s a long pause. Tommy’s lighting a cigarette but his eyes don’t stray an inch from Alfie’s. “Fine then,” he says suddenly. He clamps the cigarette between his teeth and roughly shrugs off his jacket, undoes his waistcoat. “S’not gonna help you win though,” he says, reaching over and playing his next move, swiftly.

Alfie surveys the board for a long time. He knows exactly what move he’s going to make but he’s enjoying Tommy’s agitation. Eventually he leans forward and takes one of Tommy’s pawns. “Shoes,” he says, without looking up.

He listens as Tommy reaches down and angrily undoes his laces. He mutters something indistinguishable as he kicks of the brogues before returning to the game in hand. He moves his queen.

Alfie cracks his knuckles loudly and then switches his king with his remaining rook.

“You can’t do that,” Tommy immediately interjects.

“Fuckin can mate, it’s called castling.”

“I know what it’s called, Alfie, but you can’t do it. You’ve already moved your king.” He’s goddam right of course, sharp as a knife that boy, but Alfie’ll be damned if he’s gonna admit it.

“No I haven’t,” he immediately replies.

“Alfie, you did it right at the start, when you were in check.”

“Nah, you’re dreaming it, mate. Must be getting on a bit, losing your memory.”

“I am not fucking dreaming it. Alfie you…”

“Trousers,” Alfie growls.

“You what?”

“Trousers. Off.”

“I came here, believe it or not, to talk business.”

“Oh, did you now? And you’ve never talked business without your trousers on, hmm?”

Tommy has the decency to blush slightly at that statement. Whilst looking endearingly pissed off.

“Stop complaining like some schoolgirl who’s been outsmarted by the class bully. Miss, miss, she cheated,” he mimics in a high pitched voice, which makes the change of tone that follows all the more effective. “Get them fucking off.”

The mocking has the desired effect; Tommy stands up and churlishly removes his woollen slacks, throwing them furiously over towards the fire.

Before he has a chance to sit back down Alfie tips up the chess board and lets all of the pieces slide noisily to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Alfie.” Tommy huffs. He looks genuinely exasperated, angry even, which is rather satisfying on a number of levels.

Oh dear, looks like you’ve lost a few more pieces,” Alfie says, voice ludicrously sincere. “Shorts,” he says, nodding decisively towards Tommy’s pelvis. 

Tommy glares at him furiously but Alfie can see the cogs whirring, weighing up the options. He slides out of the cotton underwear until he’s gloriously naked from the waist down. Well, apart from the socks and garters, but that all rather adds to the effect. 

“Now get the fuck over here and pick those up,” Alfie orders. When Tommy hesitates he decides to add a little incentive. “And if you’re a good boy, I won’t have to belt you while you’re down there. Be terribly hard to explain those noises to the nurse. She’s only in the parlour.”

Tommy drops to his knees at that, starts picking up the pieces as Alfie unbuttons his own trousers. He slaps them carelessly back on the coffee table where they proceed to roll off all over again. Alfie watches for a moment, amused, but impatience finally gets the better of him.

“For fucks sake, just get over here, I have something else you can attend to.”

Then he reaches over and grabs Tommy roughly by the hair, forcing him to crawl the last few inches towards the edge of the sofa.  He pulls Tommy’s face into his groin and leans down to glare. 

“Don’t worry, love, you’re still good for something,” he coos as he forces his half hard cock into Tommy’s mouth. “And you can fucking look at me while you’re warming my cock.”

Tommy lets out a muffled groan of frustration, as Alfie’s intention becomes clear. He starts to lick underneath the head and suck his cheeks in. Alfie grips his chin, hard  and tilts him upwards slightly. “Did you misunderstand me Tommy? I want you to warm my cock. Not suck it.” Tommy stills his tongue obediently, his eyes burning with absolute fury.

“There, there,” Alfie tuts, tapping his cheek gently as he settles himself back against the sofa. “A little lesson in patience will do you the world of good, Thomas.” He reaches for the book on his side table and proceeds to read to himself.  He can feel Tommy’s breath pulsing, sharp and fast, against his pubic bone. It’s like a gift from the fucking gods. 

Ten minutes have passed before Tommy dares to protest. He licks again, long and slow, and it takes considerable restraint on Alfie’s part not to rut straight into his mouth. He doesn’t. Instead he reaches down and slaps Tommy’s cheek, daring him to try again. 

When another ten minutes have passed he shifts his hips slightly, reminding the man at his feet that he is still watching. “D’you know, I fancy a cup of tea, Tommy,” he says innocently. Tommy moves as if to pull back but is swiftly held in place with a ringed hand in his fringe. “No need for you to move, lovely, I have staff for that, even here. Nurse!” he shouts abruptly. “We’ll take tea, in the living room please.”

“Right you are Mr Solomons,” comes the reply from deep in the house. 

And if Tommy looked furious before he looks downright livid now. Or maybe it’s terrified. Hard to tell when he’s on his knees with a cock in his mouth. “You stay where you are for the next five minutes and I’ll let you get up before she comes in,” he says, without releasing his hair. “Can I trust you Tommy?” he asks quietly. “Because good boys get a reward?”

Tommy nods, just barely, cheeks flushing at the promised praise. The minutes tick by achingly slowly, Alfie feigning deep concentration in his book. When he hears footsteps approaching down the corridor he bucks his hips, signalling Tommy’s freedom to move. Alfie simply places his open book over his lap and smirks as Tommy scrabbles desperately for his clothes. There isn’t time, of course, he’s still on his knees when the nurse arrives, almost hiding behind the sofa.

“Don’t mind him, he knocked over the board,” Alfie offers, charmingly. “Just picking up the pieces aren’t you, Mr Shelby? My back’s not up to it you see.”

The nurse’s eyes flicker towards Tommy just briefly, and if she notes his state of undress she ignores it. “And you can go now, dear, once that’s poured,” Alfie says, “No need to stay until eight.”

When she leaves the room Tommy glares at him through gritted teeth, his entire face flushed red. “You fucking, fucking, cunt…”  he hisses, but somehow they’re on each other within seconds, kissing deeply, angrily. And when the front door closes, the nurse has left, they stumble into the bedroom like a pair of desperate teenagers. The sex is hard and angry and satisfying, Tommy bent over the edge of the bed as Alfie slams into him, telling him how well he has done. When they later move onto the bed Tommy takes out his frustration on Alfie’s back, nails scraping hard and deep. It only spurs Alfie on to fast, to harder, which is no doubt exactly what he intended. They come together in a medley of grunts and curses and teeth and nails that finishes with a crushing embrace. 

“Haven’t seen you so angry at me in a long time,” Alfie mumbles.

“You’re a cheat and a bastard,” Tommy replies as he lights a cigarette.

"I know. That's why you love me."

“She could fucking tell anyone.”

“Who, Dorothy?” 

“Don’t give her a fucking name, that just makes it worse."

“She’s partially sighted ,” Alfie says, biting at a nail. “Can see fuck all bar what’s under her nose.”

Tommy slaps him so hard across his chest that it really should hurt, but all he can do is laugh. And laugh. And reach over to kiss Tommy gently. “Did as you were told, anyway though, didn’t you? Such a good boy.”

“Fuck off,” is all Tommy can say.

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Styles Tips for Men to Dress in Indian Wear for Different Occasion

Every year, fashion evolves and introduces new and esoteric outfits to stay and slay. Today's blog post is about men's ethnic wear. Men, like women, want to appear classy and stylish. Our Indian fashion designers are experimenting with various traditional and ethnic outfits, as well as nibbling on various styles and trends, to create their own style statement. 

Rich and Royal style for men is always shown in Indian ethnic wear. Also, men have a plethora of options for selecting outfits based on the occasion, and Indian men always choose ethnic wear for weddings, religious events, or simple family gatherings. Here are some fashion tips for men who want to dress in Indian attire.

Here are some Style Tips for Men’s to Dress in Indian wear 1. Ethnic Wear for Wedding & other formal events for Men’s Sherwani Sherwani is the epitome of traditional Indian wear for men. It lends you a royal and elegant appearance for the occasion. Sherwani is primarily chosen for grand occasions and for your own ensemble; as we mentioned above, our designer is constantly experimenting to introduce new and fresh outfits; sherwani designs also innovate and provide you with an extraordinary look for your function. Want to learn more about Men's Sherwani Trends? Sherwani Dupatta Sherwani is an evergreen and timeless style, but dupatta with sherwani is a refreshing style; gradually and steadily, dupatta is taking its place in the grand fashion world and quickly winning hearts. Dupattas, when paired with a variety of bottoms such as churidar, dhoti, south Indian white lungi or pyjama, add an edge to your entire ethnic look. If your outfit is missing something, choose a dupatta with poise. Sherwani with Dhoti Indo Western Sherwani is a fusion of Western and Indian styles that will always make you look classy and elegant in your ensemble, making it ideal for groomsmaids. An Indo-western Sherwani with Dhoti adds to your charm when you have nothing else to do but go with an unrivalled and unparalleled combination look that gives a new look to traditional clothing. Nowadays, Indowestern Sherwani is more popular among young people. The image below is for reference – Bollywood celebrities who confidently wear indo-western sherwani with dhoti and present a fresh and rich look. Angrakha Style Sherwani This style of sherwani is extremely popular among brides-to-be. The reason for this is that sherwanis contain every element that other accessories would fail to provide. If you pair your Angrakha style sherwani with a jacket, you will have an extraordinary look in your ensemble. It has a flared waist that gives it a maharaja look. Jodhpuri suit Raghavendra Rathore is well-known for his Jodhpuri heritage style and as a 'stylish charmer.' In one interview, he stated that the Jodhpuri suit is the most important part of the new Indian wardrobe. Jodhpuri suits were created in the city of Jodhpur. Jodhpuri suits, also known as bandhgalas, are timeless, classic, powerful, and undeniably outfits for formal occasions such as wedding receptions and other formal business meetings. Its sharp silhouettes give it a classy and royal appearance. 2. Men Ethnic Wear for Anniversary party, wedding function, etc Semi-formal ethnic wear is appropriate for occasions such as opening ceremonies, anniversary parties, wedding functions such as Sangeet, formal meetings, and so on. Here are some fashion tips for men. Nehru Jacket and Kurta The waistcoat is well known as ethnic appraisal; it is a part of the three-piece suit and consists of Kurta over cotton vest, Pajama, and Nehru jacket. The waistcoat is the focal point of the outfit and does not require any additional accessories. 3. Men’s Ethnic Wear for Festive, Parties, Mehendi, etc Kurta Pajama Suit It is one of the most popular casual outfits for various occasions. Men and boys prefer to wear them to wedding ceremonies such as Haldi and Sangeet. Kurtas can be short or long in length, with short, 3/4th, or long sleeves, and can be solid or embroidered, depending on your fashion preferences. Pairing a plain or embroidered kurta with matching or contrast colour churidar pants or jeans gives you a funky look for the party. Pathani Suit The Pathani suit originated in Afghanistan, but our Indian fashion designers and Bollywood celebrities wear it because it is comfortable. It’s relaxed, comfortable, and slightly feminine appeal appeals to both men and boys. You can wear it with a salwar suit or jeans for an urban chic look. As a result, many of our Bollywood celebrities dress for function.

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Fashionable Salwar suits to Look like a Bollywood Diva in Every occasion

it's miles certainly wonderful how the glamorous beauties of bollywood could make even the maximum regular of clothes look like style statements! whatever the event, they stand out in a crowd! you can do the identical, despite the conventional salwar kameez. outlined underneath are a few handy hints from celebrities, which need to are available available on every occasion you plan to wait a social occasion.

shifting faraway from the everyday is something that urvashi rautela strongly believes in, as evinced by her clothes. her selections consist of striking prints that consist of contrasting colours rather than mixture hues. she has a robust inclination towards peach, red and gold, as well as ruffles and layers.

when you have a tall and statuesque determine, you must emulate Deepika Padukone. you're fortunate that allows you to wear near-fitting or flowing kurtas, for they will most effective service to focus on your belongings and make you appearance splendidly slender. it is viable to match them with informal dupattas, any form of salwar suits, chunky jewelry and various hairstyles.

palazzos combined with pleated tops displaying three-fourth sleeves and rounded necklines, are Jennifer win gets alternatives. as for colours, she prefers pure white, soft yellow, and many others, for they make her appearance prim and demure.

ex-leave out india, neha dhupia loves to present an ethnic look, wherever she goes. consequently, the bodice and body of the kameez are in contrasting shades, albeit with traditional prints. moreover, she loves to move for straight cuts or billowy styles, choosing her dress materials with care.

sonakshi sinha’s sassy and devil-can also-care mind-set displays itself in the preference of her fashionable outsuits like Bollywood salwar kameez. the colors are vibrant and in contrast to each other, the prints very sincere and attractive. she is least afflicted about weighty issues, preferring to don close-fitting ensembles that highlight her belongings to perfection!

kangana ranaut is some other actor, who's boldness personified! in reality, she likes to test with her salwar kameez suits, combining flowing pleats, layered looks, immediately cuts, etc, to offer that additional twist, so as to preserve the target audience’s eyes glued on her! she is going for uncommon choices of colors, styles, prints and garb accessories.

the ever-bubbly and vivacious parineeti chopra favours dress materials like satin, silk, and so on, something with a purpose to float easily over her curves. moreover, she is going for shocking colourings, which include sugary crimson, jet black, and so forth. once in a while, she dons a waistcoat over the kameez, for that ‘ethnic’ touch.

her cousin, priyanka chopra has the uncommon capability to make even a starkly white salwar kameez look especially fashionable! that is because the trimmings presented to the get dressed, the innovative reduce and the chunky jewellery, serve to make the outfit look glamorous and exquisite.

handiest shraddha Kapoor has the panache to hold off a floor-length, awesome yellow-coloured outfit in smooth and clean material, with formidable splashes of white all over it! her favourites are flared or a-line kurtas displaying colourfully embroidered necklines and hemlines, in addition to rich prints at the bodices.

nargis fakhri is the princess with the floor-length anarkalis in hues that suit her easy and truthful complexion! the neckline gives the influence of being off the shoulder. the transparent, full-duration sleeves are other cutting-edge additions to otherwise traditional attire.

the prints may be geometric, zany, floral, etc, but they appear in mixtures on amy jackson’s clothes. she likes to showcase a mixture of amusing, smartness and area of expertise via her layered garments or directly styles and choice of colours.

aditi rao hydari goes in for terrific mixes of the traditional and the current, with out destroying the balance of either! furthermore, she is properly aware about what suits her frame body the excellent.  her favourites are ground-period and free tops with glimpses of the bottom put on showing thru, all in brilliant colorings.

the honest & lovely splendor, yami gautam is lucky to have a narrow frame, that may deliver off any style to perfection! her outsuits move away from the conventional, searching more like unusual robes, as opposed to the standard salwar kameez suit.alia bhatt is a cheery soul with an eye fixed for cheerful shades. she regarded in one of her movies with a brilliant yellow kameez attaining as much as her ankles, thereby giving ‘period’ to her petite discern. the salwar became a pleasant peachy coloration and the dupatta a natural and transparent white. the accessories have been minimum.

the icon of the pakistani movie industry, mahira khan has a knack for choosing out the exceptional of garments to decorate her seems. as an instance, the mixture of a cream-coloured churidar and a unfastened-fitting kameez in a easy print suffices to exude sleek sophistication all over.

sonam kapoor prefers to live with light sun shades and simple styles. to illustrate, the trimmings on the dupatta and the neckline are the simplest splashes of color on a pure-white ensemble. the additional appeal is provided via silver add-ons and chappals/mojris with gildings.

huma qureshi is another lover of all-white garb with wonderfully colorful dupattas. she is properly conscious that she possesses a voluptuous frame. consequently, she ensures that the styles continue to be stylish, yet cover her flaws in a fascinating way.

in assessment is Jacqueline Fernandez, with a silhouette this is the envy of all! however, she has an bubbling persona and a staggering smile! the whole thing looks desirable on her. she adores flowing patterns, which might be cinched on the waist. as for the necklines, they have a tendency to flatter her neck marvellously nicely.

anushka sharma is any other bubbly character, who expresses it thru vivacious hues, uniquely patterned dupattas and diversely styled salwar kameez. she goes for classic jackets over her tops too, at times.

sooner or later, there may be kajal agarwal, whose peak is suitable for numerous kinds of salwar suits. but, she seems exceptional in lengthy kurtas, particularly the ones showing heavy borders. her motto is to seem simply stylish without going over the pinnacle any time!

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the traditional salwar kameez has given way to greater current clothes in modern times. women, mainly the younger set, choose to emulate the examples set by way of bollywood beauties.

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Jodhpuri Suits For Male Online (Updated 2019)

A Classic Jodhpuri Suit also known as a Bandhgala Suit, is a cornerstone of every sartorial mans wardrobe. Venerated for its sophisticated and elegant silhouette, Jodhpuri Suit is not only a go-to option as a regal wedding wear but is also a very well-sought after choice as a bureaucratic/official wear by the urban elite. Intricately detailed and made with handpicked Italian fabrics, our Jodhpuri suit for groom are contemporary renditions of erstwhile luxury. Tailored with designer details like the curved oriental darts (for a better fit) our Jodhpuri Suits feature interesting tailoring details and will make you look every bit elegant and sophisticated.always says the lounge chairs Worn with either similar or light-colored contrast trousers, Jodhpuri Suits are accessorized with a silk pocket square and worn with a white/pink round collar Shirt.

A Jodhpuri suit or Bandhgala jodhpuri suit , is a formal suit from India. It originated in the Jodhpur State, and was popularized during the British Raj in India. It consists of a coat and trousers, sometimes accompanied by a vest. It brings together a shorter cut with hand-embroidery escorted by the waistcoat. It is suitable for occasions such as weddings and formal gatherings.

Nowadays these suits are not limited to solid colors. For decorative lantern you can browse the latest designs in our vast collection which include, multicolor printed, floral design, embroidered, Swarovski, zari and many other intricate types of designer jodhpuri and work. These suits are a perfect match for weddings, parties, get-togethers, formal gatherings and other traditional occasions too.

Men love these suits across the globe for its distinct style and charming look. We have equal demands for these suits out of India, in the UK, London, the US, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji and many more. We want you to explore the new styles at the best prices in supreme quality. Do not hold yourself to the traditional designs and monotonous shades of the outfits. Browse the latest collection of stylish Jodhpuri sherwani for wedding and pick your favorite. Do not forget to get matching mojari or shoes to jazz up your outfit. Choose a new style for you and order it now.

Men’s Jodhpuri suits are elegant and have two basic variants — they can either be worn with a jodhpuri kurta or a shirt that is usually crafted in the shape of a Nehru jacket. As these are short in length and usually end at the hip, the thin pants accompanying the top, also make your legs look longer, thereby contributing to the illusion of being slim and tall. To make your special moment an unforgettable celebration, Benzerworld provide personalized and innovative jodhpuri suits . Dreaming of a traditional Indian wedding and social celebrations of other religions, Benzerworld can help you to turn your dream wedding into a reality. You will find a range of jodhpuri suits on Benzerworld. Superb mixture of Indian taste along with western is just worth appreciating.

When it comes to creating your very own look, Jodhpuri for men have proven to be the easiest to accessorize. If you’re donning a suit that comes with a sherwani top, Indian ethnic footwear like mojaris or juttis will help you complete the traditional look. With some outfits, a turban or a stole can end up adding a lot of glam and jazz to an already sparkling ensemble.

Resplendent with the splendor and style of the ancient Maharajas and Mughal Emperors, Jodhpuri suits are a paradise for all men. It is sure to give a royal look to anyone wearing it, for more Royal look of your table you can check out glass vase online. The Bandhgala Coat comes in various fabrics including premium tr, wool, velvet, jute & linen. It is an Indian classic that can be worn on any occasion. It is an ideal outfit to display your Indianness. It is imperative to have at least one of the timeless classics in your wardrobe. A Jodhpuri suit is a formal evening suit from India. Inspired by the western suit, Jodhpuri suits for wedding comes with a coat and a trouser, at times accompanied by a vest which has bandhagala collar. It brings together the western cut with Indian fabric and hand embroidery like applique work, zardozi, sequins and thread work along with metallic buttons, escorted by the Waistcoat. Jodhpuri is as much famous in India as Saree.

Benzerworld designer Jodhpuris are contemporary outfits that people of any age group can opt, which makes the wearer look like the fashion icon. We have got a large group of glad customers from India to UAE, USA, UK, Canada, Australia, Mauritius and Singapore. Indo-Western Suits are the fusion of Indian style of coats with the western coats. It gives a more elegant look for occasions like wedding and parties. Indo-western suits include Breeches suits, Jodhpuri suits, Sherwani look suits etc. Indo-western suits are made up of many different fabrics, colors and stylish cuts. It gives you the majestic Indian look with a glimpse of Western appearance. This style is now more popular with the younger generation as well as with the mid aged people due to its elegance. A Jodhpuri suits for wedding reception can look totally different from the Jodhpuri sherwani online for engagement because of the material used in the making. The materials, designs, colors, and pattern can make the Jodhpuri for mens look unique and eye-catchy. A Jodhpuri suit for groom is made using different materials like Wool, Cotton, Velvet, Silk, Linen, and many other fabrics too. The best way to get the perfect Jodhpuri suits for wedding reception is by picking the fabric in which you feel the most comfortable.

Along with Indian wedding dresses, the demand for Jodhpuri suits online has grown tremendously over the years as this style of men’s clothing gives a modern yet traditional look altogether. The perfect combination of western and Indian aesthetics makes this outfit a must-have in every man’s wardrobe who dreams to look regal on Indian occasions and festivals. Men’s Jodhpuri suits in India consist of a coat or a shirt that is meticulously crafted to give a look of a Nehru jacket. Just team it up with matching trousers and consider yourself all ready to turn heads wherever you go. Moreover, traditional Jodhpuri dress for mens with short height can create an illusion of being tall and slim by wearing pants as they make the legs look longer. Buy Jodhpuri suit online today to make many hearts skip the beat this wedding season!

The Bandhgala suits, also known as Nehru Suit jacket contributes to being an indispensable part of men’s fashion. If you wish to update your wardrobe, you should seriously give a consideration to purchasing these dresses. This counts to be a vital attire that oozes style. here convertible sofa bed for sit & sleep at night.  A man looks extremely elegant as he dresses in these clothes. A man continues to retain his charm as he dresses in these attires. This form of clothing essentially features front buttoned placket along with fabric that is covered by large buttons. The Mandarin collar is recognized to be a defining feature of Bandhgala party wear. They are also worn along with bright colored pocket square. These dresses are preferred by men for wearing during festive and formal events. Festives such as Diwali are considered to be the best times when men consider wearing these dresses. They can also be worn during corporate meetings and other crucial state meetings.

Grooms, take your time to choose your perfect outfit for the big day. After all, it’s not just the bride who should shine. You may choose a sherwani for your wedding day but your wedding isn’t a one-day affair, is it? For all the other functions, select the right wedding Jodhpuri suits for groom from the vast collection available to you and you will definitely stun the crowd. Imagine the wedding pictures captured during the moments when you are in awe of your partner’s bridal makeup, lehenga and bridal hairstyle, and she, in your look.

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Benzerworld’s have judhpuri suit latest design collection of breathtakingly imperial groom suits and Jodhpuri suits are tended with a traditional touch to bring out the prince in you. Jodhpuri Pants, an ethnic innovation of the traditional Indian riding breeches and Churidar Pants combined, are one of the most contemporary forms of bottom wear for both men and women. The silhouette of Jodhpuri Pants is flared till the thighs and is snug from the calves onwards.

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“No.”

“But Cullen, see here-“

“Did I stutter?”

“Anyone would think you didn’t want to share them.”

“Not with the nobility of Orlais, I do not.”

“I think you are being rash. This is an excellent reason for a peaceful, joyful gathering, as well as winning ourselves some influence with the nobility. Recently, things have been tricky to say the least. An evening reception could be the turning point for this.”

“They are not bargaining chips.”

“But they attract much attention-”

“So?”

“The children of the Herald of Andraste and the Commander of the Inquisition. Surely you understand the interest that garners; the people are curious.”

“They can stay curious, and preferably several miles away from Skyhold.”

Josephine let out an indignant huff, pointing her quill at him from across the war table. “You are being insufferable, and pig-headedly stubborn about this.”

“Good.”

“Cullen, it will be a fine evening!”

“They are children! One of them barely an infant, three months old!” Cullen’s lip curled as he snarled his response. “They will have no idea what is happening, other than being peered at and patted and prodded, on display for your politicking. I won’t agree to it.” He folded his arms firmly, glowering across the room at her, fully intending that the conversation be over.

“That’s a pity, because the Inquisitor already has.”

“What?!”

——

“I’d like to voice, once again, that I am entirely against this entire idea. Maker knows why you ever agreed to it.” Cullen’s scowl was fixed as the procession of caravans and trailers made their way into the courtyard of Skyhold, mingling with the welcoming party, the sounds of laughter and conversation rising in the air. Their daughter sat in his arms, young eyes watching the arriving banners and colours with fascination from the safety of the parapets.

“Is that why we have more guard on duty than the entirety of Val Royeaux?”

The displeasure on his face was evident. “Inviting half of Orlais in to our home, even just for the evening, is asking for trouble. Andraste preserve me, I will have lost my patience by the time the end of this debacle comes around.”

Elicia rolled her eyes, moving to stand at his side, gently leaning into him. The infant tucked in the crook of her arm squeaked at the movement, but continued to slumber on. “Cullen, love. You are overthinking this.”

She felt the soft scratch of stubble as he kissed the side of her head, free arm linking around her waist, pulling her in close, chest heaving with a sigh. “It makes me nervous.” The stark confession came as his previous stoicism slipped. “It is too easy, too open and exposed. It is bad enough having to agree to place you on a pedestal for all to see, to leave you so exposed, that I cannot control. But for them too…I know I cannot hide them here forever, but…To wish for some normality for them, to be safe in this uneasy world…”

“I cannot think of any way they will ever be safer. Skyhold is their home.” She let the silence hang for a moment before continuing. “We need to appease these families and win some favour for ourselves. I know you understand it well enough, and I know that underneath you distain for our ambassador’s posturing, you recognise the reality we face. This is difficult, but our duty to the Inquisition must also be a consideration. It is one evening.”

The sigh that began his reply told her he understood fine well. “They will be safe, because I have stationed guards at every possible problematic area within Skyhold, and will have all on high alert for any issues. I will not allow anything other than a trouble-free evening.”

“They will be safe,” Elicia countered, turning her gaze upwards to meet his, “because their father will be less than a breath away at all times. No would-be trouble maker would dare to do anything with that particular threat hanging over them.”

She allowed herself a coy grin as she felt his chest rise and fill with pride, the low chuckle that fell from his lips more relaxed. “At least we are in agreement about something.”

Any further response he had was interrupted by an excited cry from the toddler in his arms.

“Daddy, look! Flags!” ——

As it happened, the reception was undisturbed and typically boring. The nobles fawned over the new arrival (yes, he repeatedly answered, he had taken his eyes and hair from his father), whispered hushed remarks about the blessed second infant of the Herald (Connor, he did have a name, sweet Maker!)  and marvelled at how alike their young girl was to her mother (Maker’s breath, was that really a surprise?). Frankly, the events of the day did little to change his opinion on the uselessness of pomp and circumstance of nobility, and only further served to reinforce his belief that a few good soldiers was better than any damn party. He was polite, however, Josephine’s warning eyes often finding him, and he spent the early evening fielding questions with ease, and sheltering a shy Imogen in his arms from the squealing noble women attempting to pinch her cheeks.

But when she began to whine, and rub at her eyes, and the baby grew restless, even with a full stomach, Cullen merrily volunteered to commandeer the bed time effort. Elicia had thanked him as she had passed the boy, the look they shared telling him there would be an admittance later on that perhaps he had been right about inviting so many people at once. But it was gone in a flash, and she was drawn into another conversation with another masked noble. Cullen slipped from the Great Hall with ease, leaving instructions with the guard should his presence be required, before disappearing into the quiet of Skyhold and the safety of their personal quarters, the warmth of the embers from the fire glowing in the dark of the evening.

As the door closed, he felt the invisible burden slip from him. Complete. He could relax, now that privacy was once more theirs, that the peering eyes and sickly-sweet voices had disappeared. Elicia was capable, more than capable, of handling an evening reception full of finery and indulgence. She was, after all, noble blooded, born into that world, far more attune with it and less noticeably irritated; Cullen, despite valiant attempt, had yet to ever find the patience, and often fought to control the sarcasm that awaited on his tongue. For all that the Inquisition was, and had, the Ferelden farm boy at his core still yearned for the most peaceful life he could muster.

He kicked off the leather boots that so pained his feet, setting the baby down amongst the covers on the bed before shedding the heavy dress jacket and waistcoat, and loosing the collar of his shirt. He set about changing Imogen from the ridiculously ruffled dress she had been subjected to, cladding her in fresh nightclothes and freeing her ever-growing hair from the confines of the plait Elicia had so carefully put in place.

“Come now, how about some peace from all that madness, hm? You have done a fine job as our newest ambassador. You look a little more like yourself now though, little one, and I fear I shall always prefer you to do so.” The soft giggle from her as he tickled under her chin made his heart swell, and he planted several kisses on her cheeks, peals of light laughter ringing out in response. Bundling both her and her brother back into his arms, he settled amongst the pillows on the bed, Imogen curling under one arm, the baby, with his golden tufts and rosy fat cheeks, nuzzling into his chest, breathing settling as calm descended. Cullen’s eyes closed almost automatically, the peaceful bliss addictive, and the content feeling of having both close, safe and quiet.

“So little, so new here, but so loved. Endless possibility, wrapped with hopes and dreams. Must protect, too innocent, too much evil in this world for them. How such little people have such hold over a heart.”

The sudden voice made him jump, eyes snapping open; even now, the Hedge mage could catch him by surprise. “Cole.” It was a rather obvious statement, and the boy, perched on the chair opposite, tilted his head.

“I was not aware you were sleeping. Did I frighten you?”

“I wasn’t, I…never mind.” He sighed, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“The Inquisitor asked me to check you had escaped in safety. She is trapped within conversation, mask after mask, words, words, words. It is so busy, but nobody notices Cole. I slipped up here very easily for her. She was worried it was too much.”

“Did she now?” He relaxed, returning to gently patting his son’s back, lulling him into a peaceful slumber with the quietest of sniffles. “Well, you can tell her that all is well, and she is free to continue with her evening. Although, I doubt I will be rejoining her, so please pass on my apologies.”

“Warm arms, broad chest, hands that guide, eyes that adore. Safe from all here, with my father, my favourite place in his embrace.”

Cullen’s eyes snapped up once more, following Cole’s gaze to his sleeping daughter, a dainty hand curled amongst his shirt, dark curls splayed as she found sleep, peace on her face, cheek resting at the arch of his shoulder. The creeping familiarity of fierce love wove into his chest as he watched her sleep, Cole’s words ringing in his ear, and a soft chuckle escaped him as he closed his eyes, knowing the spirit would be gone, leaving them in blissful peace once more.

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Styles Tips for Men to decorate in Indian wear for various occasion

As we all know per annum fashion change and introduced some fresh and esoteric outfits to remain and slay. Today we’ve blogged on men’s ethnic wear. a bit like a Women men also wants to seem classy and classy. Our Indian fashion designers driving an experiment with the various traditional and ethnic outfits, and nibble through various styles and trends to make their unique style statement. Styles Tips for Men to decorate in Indian wear is additionally essential for men to decorate up.

Indian ethnic wear always shows us Rich and Royal style for men. Also, men have numerous various options to pick outfits consistent with the Occasion and Indian men always opt ethnic wear for weddings, religious events or simple family get-together. Below are some Styles tips for Men to decorate in Indian wear

1. Ethnic Wear for Wedding & other formal events for Men’s

a. Sherwani

When it involves men, sherwani is the embodiment of classic Indian wear. It gives you a royal and stylish search for the occasion. Sherwani mainly opted for grand Occasion and for own ensemble, as we told you above our designer always do an experiment to introduced new and fresh outfits, sherwani designs also innovate and provides you extraordinary search for your function. Know more about Trends of Men’s Sherwani.

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Some trending sherwani design 2019

Sherwani Dupatta

sherwani is evergreen and timeless style, but dupatta with sherwani is refreshing style, slowly and steadily dupatta takes place within the grand fashion world and winning hearts briskly. Pair with choice of rock bottoms like churidar, dhoti, or pyjama, dupatta add a foothold to your entire ethnic look. On any occasion, your outfits found incomplete, pick dupatta with the poise.

Sherwani with Dhoti

Indo western Sherwani is the amalgamation of Western and Indian fusion, always bring you Classy and stylish in your ensemble and more preferable for grooms’ maid. An indo-western Sherwani with Dhoti adds extra in your charm once you can consider zilch to impress accompany unmatched and unparalleled combination look gives an altered look to traditional clothing.

Nowadays Indo-western Sherwani is more voguish in youngsters. Below image is for reference – Bollywood celebrities who carry indo-western sherwani with dhoti confidently and proffer a fresh and rich look.  

Traditional Wear for Men

Angrakha Style Sherwani

This style sherwani is in huge in demand among in groom to be, the rationale behind in its sherwanis hold every element, which the other accessories would fail to supply. Angrakha style sherwani accords you extraordinary look in your ensemble if it's opted with the jacket. it's flared from the waist down gives maharaja looks. an equivalent donned by Ranveer Singh in his Mehndi and Sangeet ceremony.

b. Jodhpuri suit

We all known Designer, Raghavendra Rathore for Jodhpuri heritage style and also for a ‘stylish charmer’. He stated in one interview that Jodhpuri suit is that the most essential a part of the new Indian wardrobe. Take inspiration from our celebrity. Amitabh Bachchan seems several times in Jodhpuri suit at the stage of KBC.

Jodhpuri suits originally invented within the city of Jodhpur. Jodhpuri suits or bandh gala is usually a timeless, classic, powerful and undeniably outfits for the formal occasion sort of reception and the other formal business meetings. Its sharp silhouettes accord classy & royal look.

2. Men Ethnic Wear for Anniversary party, wedding function etc

Semi-formal ethnic wear goes well with an event like opening ceremonies, Anniversary party, wedding function like Sangeet, formal meeting etc. Here are the design tips for men. Nehru Jacket and Kurta (Waistcoat set)A waistcoat is documented as ethnic appraisal, it consists of Kurta, Pyjama and Nehru jacket because it may be a part of the business suit. the waistcoat itself may be a centrepiece of the outfit which doesn't require any add-on accessories.

3. Men’s Ethnic Wear for Festive, Parties, Mehendi, etc

a. Kurta Pyjama Suit

It is one among the foremost demanded casual outfits for various occasions. Men’s and Boy’s always like better to wear in wedding ceremonies like Haldi & Sangeet. Kurta is often short or long and also short, 3/4th, long sleeves, it is often solid or embroidered as per your fashion choice. Pair with plain or embroidered kurta with matching or contrast colour churidar pants or jeans accords you a cool look to rock the bash.  

Ethnic Outfits

b. Pathani Suit

The Pathani suit originated in Afghanistan, but our Indian fashion designers and Bollywood celebrity take up these outfits for his or her comfortability. Its loose, comfortable and slightly feminine appeal are alike more by men and boys. you'll pair with Salwar or Jeans gives you an urban chic look. Hence many of our Bollywood celebrity adorn in function.

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1920s Men’s Fashion: The Complete Guide

Few shows have had quite the impact on menswear as Peaky Blinders. When it first aired in 2013, it almost single-handedly brought back the baker boy cap and now the likes of David Beckham and Ryan Reynolds are regularly seen sporting them. The former’s own brand, Kent & Curwen, even produced a Peaky Blinders capsule collection.The antics of the Shelby clan have certainly helped focus everyone’s minds on 1920s men’s fashion, but, as we approach the centenary of those heady, not to say Roaring days, all the signs are that the shapes, drapes and exuberance of that era are making a comeback in men’s fashion, from boxy double-breasted jackets to high-waisted trousers via pinstripes and windowpane checks.Have we reached a hundred year cycle, where the styles of a century ago are suddenly at the apex of fashion? Perhaps not quite, but a new appreciation of 1920s fashion is being felt by brands from New York to Naples.Peaky BlindersWhat Is 1920s Men’s Fashion?“The Jazz Age was the first time that men shook off their uniforms and started to have a bit of fun with what they wore,” says Christopher Modoo, creative director of Kit Blake, whose line of tailoring separates – peak-lapel tuxedo jackets, pleated trousers, shawl-collar waistcoats – is at the forefront of the contemporary brands riffing on ’20s styles and cuts.Boardwalk Empire“What we saw in that decade was the birth of classic menswear. There was a sense of modernity and sophistication in wider society – from Art Deco to new technology – which expressed itself in the fuller shapes, the slightly more exaggerated cuts, and the tweeds and checks.Black tie was born as a softer, dressed-down version of formal white tie; the lounge suit was slowly becoming acceptable for business; and you saw the beginnings of international travel, with the birth of resort style and driving fashion. There was a playfulness there that links directly to the new formality in menswear today.”The Great Gatsby, 1974Indeed, after what seems like decades of nipped-in this, flat-fronted that, and skinny everything else, ’20s styles – looser, wide-legged, formal but fun, put-together but peppy – are as big a breath of fresh air as they were the first time round.“The overly-tailored skinny suit is dated and uncomfortable,” says Modoo. “Fuller cuts are more grown-up and refined. They also allow the cloths, particularly the rich flannels, to drape in the way they should.” Whether you’re going full Great Gatsby, or casual Shelby, it’s time to Roar again.How To Get The 1920s Look TodayThe Three-Piece SuitBrooks BrothersWhat set ’20s suits apart were the use of a high-buttoning, sometimes lapelled waistcoat – all the better to set off the club collar shirt and vivid tie – and the hard-wearing but raffish materials, with tweeds, flannels and corduroys coming into their own. The jackets were cut slightly shorter but fuller, and the trousers were invariably pleated and cuffed. Patterns were distinctive, with plaids, checks and chalkstripes all making their presence felt.Then, as now, this was a look to sport at the club or the cabaret. Soho tailor Mark Powell’s louche three-pieces put ’20s styles through a modern gangster-geezer blender, while Ralph Lauren can always be relied upon to channel some elegiac Gatsby glamour.Tailoring SeparatesRalph Lauren Purple LabelThe ’20s penchant for mixing up tailoring separates, along with colour, fabric and pattern, leant toward the improv end of the Jazz Age, but is finding favour again in an era when the suit-as-uniform has fallen out of favour, but people want a more put-together alternative to luxe-sportswear tyranny that works equally well for laid-back work or serious play.“Our whole line is built around tailoring for people who don’t want to be over-tailored,” says Christopher Modoo at Kit Blake, whose own look mixes and creatively mismatches – double-breasted windowpane-check blazer, contrast check waistcoat, grey flannel trousers – to winning effect.CasualRichard JamesThe ’20s wasn’t really a casual decade – witness Scott Fitzgerald, on the Cote d’Azur, decked out in a tweed jacket and matching plus-fours along with his Breton stripe shirt – but modern variations on ’20s themes accentuate the louche while still keeping things sharp.Try wearing a pair of high-waisted, pleated trousers – Rubinacci’s versions come in corduroy and flannel – with a shawl cardigan, or robust knit, referencing the era’s more generous lines.Anderson & Sheppard’s knitwear comes in a ’20s-friendly range of rich colours, from purple to dark green, and you could even add a finishing-touch the outfit with a banded-collar chambray shirt from Kent & Curwen’s Peaky Blinders collection for the full crime-family-scion-dresses-down homage.Key 1920s PiecesThe Right BlazerRules for the ’20s-referencing blazer: it should be double-breasted; it should button fairly low, accentuating the insouciant slouch; and the lapels should be just-brushing-the-shoulder generous. The French tailoring house Husbands has been refining this style for some time – and their navy blazer comes with speakeasy-ready shiny buttons – while Gucci’s checked selection revels in ’20s pattern recognition.Buy Now: £1950.00High-Waisted Trousers“Pleated, fuller-cut trousers were more comfortable than the side-creased, flat-fronted style they replaced in the ’20s, and there was a sense of modernity to them that chimed with all the other innovations happening at the time,” says Christopher Modoo. With his Kit Blake trousers – featuring bold pleats and side cinchers, and coming in the requisite checks and flannels – modernity can be modern all over again.Buy Now: £295.00A Formal ShirtBecause so little of the shirt was visible under the predominant ’20s styles of high-buttoning waistcoats and double-breasted jackets, it had to stand out.Pin-collar shirts became popular, adding some hardware and making the tie pop (Tom Ford does a snazzy update of the style), as did club-collars with contrast bodies, enabling you to get yet more patterning into your outfit (the Italian brand G Inglese has various rakish iterations on offer).Buy Now: £195.00A Jazzy TieAgain, forget your subtle knitted weaves or subdued grenadines – the ’20s tie made a bold, go-big-or-go-home statement. Art Deco-inspired patterns were everywhere, and paisleys made their first flourishes alongside the graphic checks and plaids. Mark Powell has a nice selection of vintage ties boasting all manner of swirls and whorls, while Richard James’ oscillating and vortexing versions are suitably mesmerising.Buy Now: £95.00Sharp ShoesStatement trainers won’t cut it here – to anchor a ’20s-inspired outfit, you need a solid shoe or boot. Tasselled loafers or two-tone Art Deco-inspired spectator Oxfords add some bebop flair (try Cheaney’s suede loafers or New & Lingwood’s white-and-chestnut spectators), or, alternatively, invest in some reassuringly heavily-grained and chunkily-soled Derbies (Church’s are as weighty as you could wish) or a pair of leather/tweed button boots from J Fitzpatrick to up the dandy ante.Buy Now: £445.00A Classic WatchGive your wrist a rest. No self-respecting ’20s three-piece suit was seen without a watch chain dangling from its waistcoat – and pulling out a pocket watch is a far classier flourish than fumbling for a smartphone. For full period immersion you could go for a vintage piece by the likes of Tissot, IWC, Patek Philippe, or Omega; alternatively, the Scottish firm Dalvey produce a range of “Hunter” pocket watches that are well worth bagging.Buy Now: £855.00The AccessoriesThe ’20s-inspired accessory list is fulsome: cufflinks, collar bars, tie pins, braces (of the buttoning kind, of course – clip-ons were the product of a subsequent, less exacting century), and hats. If you want to take the ’20s homage to its logical conclusion, a fedora never goes amiss (particularly if it’s from Rubinacci).And if you’re lacking that perfect newsboy or flat cap in the run-up to the next Peaky Blinders festival, then Lock & Co’s herringbone version might even leave Tommy Shelby standing in the style stakes. Source link

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Aintree Festival 2019 Day 2:Its Ladies Day

On Thursday the ladies of Liverpool braved plummeting temperatures, high winds and persistent rain as they got day one of the three-day Aintree Grand National Festival 2019 off to a glamorous start. 

And on Friday the guests continued to up the style stakes as they descended on the annual festival in an array of polka dots,  florals, frills and fancy fascinators in a show of even more glamorous ensembles than the previous day.

The impressive displays were part of an effort to win the coveted best-dressed Ladies Day award, and racegoers certainly gave judges a tough job as they arrived in a flurry of precarious heels, statement hats and dramatic dresses.

More than 150,000 are expected at the three-day meeting, which is in its 180th year and hosts the showpiece Grand National race on Saturday afternoon.

The day will see over £25million spent in bets and while a jaw-dropping 20,000 bottles of bubbly will be consumed.

A right giggle! These ladies looked picture perfect in white as they posed on a leather sofa placed between two pretty pink flower displays

Giddy-up! A lady in yellow jumped on a toy riding horse provided by the RSPCA as  she joined the festivities on day two of the three-day festival, right, while two ladies in red embraced ahead of the fun day, right, while a group of ladies got the party started as they ditched the cups and decided to drink the bubbly straight from the bottle on day two of the races

No rain today! A group of excited ladies  posed outside as they made the most of the the milder weather on day two of the festivities

Here come the girls! Three ladies were seen strutting their stuff as they put on a fierce display while enjoying Day Two Ladies Day to The Grand National Festival At Aintree

One group of ladies looked fabulous in bridal inspired ensembles as they opted for the monochrome look for day two of the three-day Aintree Grand National Festival 2019 in Liverpool.

An early bird couple were seen arriving at the venue in their best attire, with the female racegoer matching her pink heels to her dramatic dress, teaming it with a white blazer and wide rim hat.

Elsewhere a trio of women were seen arriving in coral-coloured ensembles with pretty fascinators, layering up to ward off the April chill.

One style maven took the theme of the day quite literally, and looked chic in beige jodhpurs, knee-high boots, a flat cap and a black blazer as she posed alongside her dapper partner, dressed in a tweed jacket and waistcoat. 

Meanwhile A group of ladies injected a splash of colour to the dreary day as they arrived in a flurry of bright dresses, polka dots and head-turning hats. 

TV presenter Alison Hammond was also seen among the first arrivals, bringing a splash colour in a cobalt blue cardigan and matching dress. 

Turning heads! One lady made a statement in a pink glitter-encrusted jumpsuit in a daring attempt to win the daring Best Dressed award on Ladies Day while another opted for cheery florals

What a display! A group of ladies turned heads in an array of stripes, polka dots, florals as they made their way towards the races today

It is the afternoon after all! One woman got the party started as she kicked off festivities enjoying a glass of the bubbly stuff as she joined racegoers for the annual day, while another decided to wear a flamingo hat on her head

One lady was seen drawing admiring glances from the crowd behind her as she had a go at horse riding at the three-day event

Oh no! One woman snapped her heel as she made an applaudable effort to get the party started – using her umbrella as a makeshift microphone

Presenter Charlotte Hawkins was seen arriving in a Rachel Trevor Morgan hat, a cobalt blue coat by Hobbs, a matching dress by Fallon K, and shoes by Steve Madden, styled by Debbie Harper. 

Soprano Laura Wright opted for an all-yellow ensemble for the second day of the three day races after performing on day one of the event.

Elsewhere former Love Island star Olivia Buckland went for a blue and white crinkled frock and showed off her ankle tattoo with nude heels. 

Vogue Williams was also seen wearing an Amanda Wakeley jumpsuit as she posed alongside husband Spencer Williams, dressed in a suave checked suit.

Hollyoaks stars Sarah-Jayne, Nadine Mulkerrin and Nikki Sanderson put on a head-turning display in  trouser suits and an asymmetric striped dress. 

Vogue Williams was also seen wearing an Amanda Wakeley jumpsuit as she posed alongside husband Spencer Williams, dressed in a suave checked suit

Who needs a glass… or even a bottle? One woman was spotted chugging a tasty alcoholic concoction straight from a jug while another went for a pretty Alice In Wonderland themed ensemble

Meanwhile the finalists for the coveted Best Dressed award were announced in the afternoon.

The panel – made up of ITV Racing stylist, Sarah Kate Byrne, Jay Hynd and a representative from the official Style Award Partner, Chi Chi London – revealed their final selection of glamorous guests in with a chance of winning.

Stacey Woodward, Luke Sugden, Emma Wakelin, Sue Moon and Kate Cook were all named as the most stylish attendees.

The winner goes home with a £35,000 Range Rover Evoque and a year’s supple of Chi Chi London dresses.

Thursday saw a few celebrity guest appearances as well as royal racegoers, with Zara Tindall and Princess Anne enjoying the races.

Elsewhere pregnant Beth Tweddle also made an appearance, while Love Island’s Chris Hughes was spotted alongside Sam Quek. 

Stylish! Kate Cook  put on a monochrome display in a checked dress and coordinating accessories, bringing back old school glamour, and was named as a finalist for the best dressed award

A whale of a time! A trio of selfie-taking ladies got into the party spirit as they enjoyed a tipple at the races in an array of ensembles

Hollyoaks stars Sarah-Jayne, Nadine Mulkerrin and Nikki Sanderson put on a head-turning display in trouser suits and an asymmetric striped dress while Vogue posed up a storm in her pinstripe jumpsuit

Posing up a storm! Another grou of guests got into the party spirit as they enjoyed a glimpse of sunshine on the day

Soprano Laura Wright opted for an all-yellow ensemble for the second day of the three day races after performing on day one of the event, left, while Nikki Sandseron looked great in a mint Miss Selfridge suit, right

Olivia Buckland was  seen wearing a blue and white tie-die frock and showing off her ankle tattoo in nude heels, left, while two glamorous racegoers posed in their ensembles, right

Three ladies turned heads in their pastel ensembles and pretty headpieces as they arrived to get the party started

Joining in on the fun! Guests were spotted having a whale of a time as they enjoyed a go on the horses provided

On Friday the guests continued to up the style stakes as they descended on the annual festival in an array of polka dots, florals, frills and fancy fascinators

Despite it being a grey day, the weather proved to me much better than the previous day when it rained for much of the races

Pretty in pink!  Glamorous guests brought the party inside as they turned the venue into a dance floor and sipped on the bubbly provided

Pretty in pastels! While Towie’s Amber Turner opted for a pink lace dress, former Love Island star Olivia Bowen donned a light blue and white off the shoulder number as she playfully poked her tongue out for the camera

Guests were spotted having a whale of a time as they enjoyed a go on the horses provided, before getting the party started by drinking straight from the bottle.

While Aintree may not have the royal touch Ascot does, it certainly holds its own in the fashion stakes when it comes to flashing the flesh.

As well as killer heels, thigh-skimming dresses and plunging necklines, the event is famous for its display of flamboyant headgear. 

Soldiers of the Irish Guards were seen marching through the grounds as day 1 of the Grand National Festival 2019 at Aintree Racecourse kicked off. 

Strike a pose! Hollyoaks stars Sarah-Jayne, Rory Douglas-Speed, Nadine Mulkerrin and Nikki Sanderson smile for the cameras as the attend Aintree today

Onto a winner! Eagle-eyed racegoers lined the course in the hope they’d catch a glimpse of their horse crossing the line in first place

What a turnout! These ladies looked photo-ready in an array of necklines and hemlines along with matching hats and clutches for the big day

Looking alright in white! One group of ladies looked fabulous in bridal inspired ensembles as they opted for the monochrome look for day two of the three-day Aintree Grand National Festival 2019 in Liverpool

Fascinating fascinators! The ladies of Liverpool showed off their best head gear as one lady matched her floral dress to her head band, another teamed her red dress to her rose-encrusted hat and one went for a bright yellow head piece

Day two of the event three-day event, is famously Ladies Day, where female racegoers get out their best outfits and put on an array of daring displays, with the ‘best-dressed’ receiving the coveted award.

According to racecourse bosses, there’s no strict dress code for the festival as there is for Royal Ascot.

Guidance on the course website reads: ‘Although there is no official dress code, smart is preferable and is often adopted.

‘Aintree is a spectacle of colour throughout the year, with many using their trip to the racecourse as an opportunity to showcase their favourite raceday outfits. Hats are optional too, but are frequently worn.’

Fancy dress and ‘offensive clothing’ also make an appearance on the list of banned items this year.

Going for nude: Elsewhere guests opted for a nude palette, wearing beige coats, pale pink frocks, tan sandals and sand coloured suits

Ladies arrive ahead of the Ladies Day: A group of women looked chic in monochrome outfits with one lady standing out in orange

A group of excited ladies got straight to the drinks as they giggled their way through an impromptu photo session on the second day of the races

Wrapping up! Elsewhere others made sure they layered up in wrap coats after Thursday proved to be a washout for many ladies who quivered their day through day one of the races

In high spirits! A group of colourfully dressed ladies are pictured at the Randox Grand National meeting, Aintree racecourse,Liverpool

Ladies in red! Elsewhere  two women injected a splash of colour in scarlet coloured dresses and matching floral inspired headpieces

Looking lovely! A group of guests arrived in polka dots and florals with pretty hats as they posed for pictures

A group of ladies turned heads in an array of pretty pastels as they made their way through the grounds

Smile for the cameras! Hollyoaks star Sarah-Jane looked bold in blue while Jacqueline Jossa almost blended in with the floral  background as she wore a similarly patterned off the shoulder dress

Actress Amy Jackson looked chic in a black trouser suit embellished with heart-shaped buttons, teaming it with a monochrome hat and heels

However, in recent years event organisers have been trying to encourage a more conservative approach.

In 2015, an optional ‘style code’ was released in an effort to smarten up the event and encourage more sophisticated fashion.

The guide was devised by fashion writers from Vogue and Tatler in conjunction with Justine Mills, owner of Liverpool designer boutique Cricket – a favourite with WAGs such as Coleen Rooney.

It was inspired by the Coco Chanel quote: ‘Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.’

At the time, John Baker, the northwest regional director for the Jockey Club, which owns Aintree, said he hoped to help give the event a facelift.

Making the street their runway! Female racegoers arrived in a flurry of frills, glitter and towering heels as they prepared for a day of festivities

Turning heads! A group of ladies injected a splash of colour to the dreary day as they arrived in a flurry of bright dresses, polka dots and head-turning fascinators

Feeling blue! Posing against a flowerwall these ladies certainly made for a pretty picture as they posed in sky-blue frocks and pretty bags

Lots to talk about! Two women in transparent heels were seen arriving at the venue in white blazers and pale pink dresses, left, while  two others enjoyed a drink as they admired the fashion on display

Security officials were seen making stringent security checks on Friday morning ahead of day one of the much-anticipated racing event.

Racegoers have always been subject to strict security procedures brought in after the IRA bomb scare in 1997, with only small handbags allowed to be brought into the event.

Bets will be placed on the top racehorses getting in on the action, including Clan Des Obeaux and Bristol De Mai in the Betway Bowl. 

Hold on to your hats! One lady  teamed her bright sequin-encrusted frilly frock with her hat as she beamed during her arrival to the festival

Others battled the high winds with skill as they arrived in an array of colours for day two of the three-day Aintree races on Friday

Pretty in pastels! An array of guests opted for different hues of blue and pastel frocks, matching them to their colourful heels as they arrived

More than £1.5million has been invested in trying to protect the welfare of horses, following the recent deaths of horses Sir Erec and Invitation Only at Cheltenham, which sparked animal welfare protests.

Aintree has said it has ensured the safest ground is available to be raced on at all times, regardless of the weather and climate conditions.

The grass is cut to precisely four inches for the whole circuit to provide plenty of cushion. Even the species of grass, make-up of the soil and measured watering is considered to ensure the ground is safer for horses to run on while the take-off and landing areas around the fences have been created with greater spring in the ground.

Jockey Leighton Aspell, who won successive Nationals in 2014 and 2015, said: ‘There are two things particularly that have changed for the better. Firstly the core of the fences is now much softer and safer and secondly the bypass of the fences, particularly for the loose horses. Every year, Aintree takes another step in the right direction.’

Veterinary teams assess the health of horses as soon as they arrive to certify they are safe to race and not a danger to themselves or other horses.

Grand! A group of ladies were seen putting on a classy display in elegant frocks and hats, while another lady opted for a purple ensemble and matching hat

Matching in red! Two ladies posed alongside a soldier who posed with his Irish wolfhound

These ladies turned heads in their form-fitting drocks as they navigated the damp pavements ahead of the festivities

A grand display! These glamorous guests brought a welcome splash of fluorescent colour to the festivities

An early bird couple were seen arriving at the venue in their best attire, with the female racegoer matching her pink heels to her dramatic dress

Stylish in shades! Spencer Matthews and Vogue Williams turned the fashion stakes up a notch as they donned some chic sunglasses for the event – despite the chilly weather conditions

Security officials were seen making stringent security checks on Friday morning ahead of day one of the much-anticipated racing event

Dancing al fresco! The ladies made the most of the milder weather and enjoyed a dance on the grass during the races

Racegoers arrive by train to attend Ladies Day on the second day of the Grand National Festival horse race meeting at Aintree Racecourse in Liverpool,

Turning heads! Two ladies put their best feet forward as they made their way across the pink carpet and enjoyed a tipple

More than £1.5million has been invested in trying to protect the welfare of horses, following the recent deaths of horses Sir Erec and Invitation Only at Cheltenham, which sparked animal welfare protests – the race seen today

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How To Dress Like The Most Stylish Guy on TV

Harvey Specter. For those in the know, it’s a name that conjures up a knowing nod of agreement among men and women alike: goddamn, that guy looks good in a suit.

If you’ve seen any of the high-stakes legal drama, Suits, (the clue is in the title; and yes, it’s the one that starred the Royal Family’s newest member), you’ll be familiar with the lead character’s oft-referenced, efficacious persona and swaggering good looks. Harvey Specter is the James Bond of the small-screen courtroom. He’s Don Draper for the Netflix era, and his witty one-liners are Instagram catnip for Monday morning motivational memes. “Sorry I can’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am”.

When Harvey Specter walks into a room, he exudes authority and people listen; he wears the best suits because his suits are his uniform – his superhero cape, if you will – and are all a reminder of what exceptional, well-fitted tailoring can do for a man.

We all know that uniforms are aesthetically alluring. ‘All the nice girls love a sailor’, as the old military singalong goes, and just ask a marine. They’ll vouch for the reputation. But, a uniform also has the desired effect of purporting a sense of heroism and power, a dedication to a higher cause.

For us metropolis-dwelling civilians, Harvey Specter included, our closest adaptation is a flawless suit. A suit tailored with military precision and worn like a uniform is the armour for any man going into battle at 9am.

It’s this uniform approach that dictates many of the style cues of Harvey Specter’s suits. There’s a distinct lack of fuss, colour or accessories in his tailoring, reflective of his no-nonsense approach to business. He has established what works for him – a cut as sharp as his tongue, and he keeps variety to a minimum, saving surprises for his unsuspecting business adversaries. And no, Harvey Specter doesn’t do business-casual. “People respond to how we’re dressed, so like it or not this is what you have to do.”

How To Dress Like Harvey Specter

The Suits

For the most part, Harvey Specter opts for a classic business suit look, a two-piece with side vents and polished details such as a sharp close cut, peak lapels and flapped pockets. His shoulders are also usually ‘roped’, meaning there’s a strong overall shape and magnificent roll of firmness in the fabric at the sleeve head, creating a powerful but contemporary silhouette, perfect for his disarming persona.

To emulate the character off-screen, buy a suit that avoids exaggerating these proportions. That’s key if you want to keep it contemporary and dodge the city-slicker power-suit vibes, made famous by the 1980s Wall Street lot. The Harvey Specter way of dressing is very much in contrast to the now-dated look of extremely-wide lapels, heavy pinstripes, braces, cutaway collars and statement socks. Of course, that look is still prevalent in certain corners of New York City and London, but it is (thankfully) becoming increasingly rare.

As for brands, Harvey Specter’s style is very much in line with that of Ralph Lauren (particularly the American giant’s Purple Label line) and early Tom Ford suits – which the character was known to wear in the show. His sunglasses too, are always simple, understated and by Tom Ford.

It’s important to compare his suit details with those of his whip-smart, young protégé, Mike Ross. A softer overall shape, notch lapels, relaxed shoulders, flatter fabrics, and a cut that’s not quite as form-fitting are all key signifiers of the quiet hierarchy and subtle differences these suits support.

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The Accessories

Tailoring is easily over-accessorised, so it’s refreshing to see Harvey Specter adopt, at most, a clean, elegantly folded white pocket square on the odd occasion.

He tends to take a classic approach to fabric choices, opting for dark, high-twist worsted wools or wool-blends with a touch of silk for that extra nod to luxury. If there’s any pattern at all its shark-skin or a fine wider rope stripe – there’s no sign of window-pane or country tweeds here. He takes a timeless boardroom approach to the styling and colour palette of his ensembles with a mostly plain, monochrome selection, which again ensures his uniformity and formality remains intact.

If he opts for blue, it’s an elegant navy, not a brash cobalt hue. His default shirt choice is white, with a classic collar just long and wide enough to suit his face shape, as well as barrel or subtle French cuffs with simple cufflinks. He’s also often seen in one of the all-time great tailoring combinations – that is the Cary Grant shark-grey suit with white shirt and black tie.

Do not let it be said that this is boring or safe. It takes a man who knows his look and is confident enough to be able to wear such simplicity to be able to pull it off.

But if there’s one critique of Harvey Specter’s look, it’s his tie choice: too much satin and a full Windsor knot, both of which date his look. The full Windsor shape is generally too large for most people’s collar and head size, and can cheapen the look of a tie – just ask Premier League footballers. Of course, you can see why the costume department opted for this tie knot on Specter as it serves to highlight his position as the top dog within the company. However, in the modern day, opt for a fabric with no sheen, save the silks for weddings – just your own, in fact – and a four-in-hand knot replete with a dimple is preferable.

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Harvey Specter’s Best looks

Three-Piece Suit

On the odd occasion Harvey Specter does throw on a three-piece, he will undoubtedly nail the look. This is thanks in no small part to his mantra of keeping an outfit simple, understated and not overcomplicating it with colour, fuss or too much styling.

A prime example of this comes in the form of a tonal combination of all-navy with a white shirt, and subtle lapel detail on the waistcoat – with the bottom button undone, of course. And when he removes his jacket and loosens the tie, he still looks pristine.

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Eveningwear

There have been a few scenes where the Suits boys have suited up to the next level and donned black tie. As always, Harvey Specter is the benchmark of impeccable evening style, and while he could have used a cummerbund to avoid the white of his shirt showing at the waist, his look is more contemporary without one.

The diamond-point bow tie is a brilliant alternative detail, which he pairs perfectly with a classic buttoned dress shirt and signature silk peak lapels – a timeless, winning combination.

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Winter Harvey

During the colder months, Harvey Specter’s layers are an extension of the great fitting suit he wears underneath. Befitting brisk New York mornings, he usually opts for a knee-length or three-quarter wool or cashmere winter coat, with peak or notch lapels in a dark navy, grey or black.

There’s a hint of styling in the form of a simple scarf worn loose or draped to follow the line of the lapel gorge, which sums up what Harvey Specter does best – keeping it classic but supremely cool.

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Wandering Rocks

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Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the doorway. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, if possible.

The honourable Gerald Ward A.D. C. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a negative light.

A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those good souls who had always to be home!

Disloyal R's are far tougher if they continue to let Israel be treated with such men! So proud of the gentleman with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out. I won in a negative light. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has a career that is possible, if they want TRUMP! Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an old woman rose suddenly from her light skirt a clinging twig. The polls are looking good! At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, took his rededged breviary out. We will, and nothing to do so by bringing back to you If the Republican Party.

Virtuous: but occasionally they were also badtempered. He would go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the hoofs of the faith and of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the sun for his purse held, he said, and of cardinal Wolsey's words: If I had a great job-under budget! The dysfunctional system is alive & well! We love you and will be leaving my great honor to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and bring it to town and hamlet to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others, if one might say. Baraabum.

It is amazing but, just announced-by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.

So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Just landed in Cuba, a widebrimmed straw hat at a branch of poplar above him.

Virtuous: but occasionally they were also badtempered. The superior, the constable said.

He jerked short before the convent of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a very nice name to have.

Mr M.E. Solomons in the eye of one of the race! She is not on the edge of the cavalcade. Cancel order! Very well, indeed, father. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Just won a big WIN in November. Aha.

Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his hoarding, Mr Kelleher.

But lady Maxwell at the corner of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his ear the tidings. His name was Brunny Lynam ran across the road and was saluted by Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin.

Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the constable said.

We do not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were God's souls, created by God. Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman with wild nodding daisies in her rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary! Mrs M.E. White's, the dishonest media is so bad she is unfit to run for president, knows nothing about me.

Jack Sohan. The people get it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings. Constantly playing the women's card-it will cost her at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the shadows of Brussels. She should be charitable.

-Americans and Latinos to vote in six states. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the primaries, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

He pulled himself erect, went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings.

Father Conmee supposed.

He jerked short before the convent of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate.

Stay safe! Invincible ignorance.

Baraabum.

Crooked Hillary. CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC has and why have they not have been absolved, pray for me.

That was very good now. O, yes: a very great success. If I had served my God as I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. The United Nations will make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. Beyond a doubt.

Wisconsin has suffered a great day, Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be used in a corner of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Tremendous day in D.C.

Such hatred! Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! What was that boy's name again? A massive tax hikes. I am saying if I win an election easily, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse held, he knew, one silver crown.

What’s up? The new joke in town is that, as her V.P. A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.

New Hampshire-will be big factors.

He will never be able to spend far less. That is a total disaster.

Look up the word BRAINWASHED. Father Conmee sat in a corner. He should have read that before lunch. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff's office, stood to pass the time of day. #MAGA We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd last night endorsed me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, must prove she is used to have been drawing very big is happening all over the shoulders of eager guests, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in Cleveland. Well, now they're saying that I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & their families and victims of the wife of Mr M.E. Solomons in the window of the Creator who had the shaky head. 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and it is almost unanimous, I have been in office.

For aged and virtuous females. Thank you to my events.

The world was gloomy before I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his left. #MDW Don't believe the people of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

This despite the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to talk about the protesters burning the American people. The people of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M.C. Green, H. Shrift, T.M. Patey, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W.C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Virtuous: but occasionally they were also badtempered. Job killer! Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the doorcase, looking idly out. The young man came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter.

May be, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in Cleveland-will be watching from North Carolina for two more.

Such a what should he say? Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. This will not win. Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. All raised untidy caps. And his name? In my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee excessive for a journey so short and cheap. At Newcomen bridge. More attacks will only go further down under Clinton. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just released that $67 million in cash, to answer the call to arms and she and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the red flower between his lips.

Father Conmee was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and leaned against the window of which two unlabouring men lounged. Above the crossblind of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the lord lieutenant. In politics, is ending really weak. The constant interruptions last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Terrible jobs report just reported.

Thank you to all of the wife of the cavalcade. If I had served my king He would go to Buxton probably for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay.

The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the gent with the glasses opposite Father Conmee thought of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics.

Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the Creator who had always to be a disaster. —Ay, Corny Kelleher said. Wow, the constable said. Look forward to my season 1 compared to the border to show or discuss them. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S. Against steelworkers and miners.

Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

Was that not Mrs M'Guinness?

If Russia or any expenses. What a dumb group! Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for man's race on earth, and he loved the Irish. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the Barony and of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. Shows me hitting shot, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. He jerked short before the convent of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a marketnet: and Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of the occupants of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the corner of Dignam's court. The so-called leaders ever learn!

Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. And were they good boys at school? He passed a blind stripling opposite Broadbent's. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a trillion dollars! Saint Joseph's church, north William street, on to Newcomen bridge Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He thought, but these companies wanting to sell himself to the Blessed Sacrament. She's right. Think about it and, when it was, delightful indeed. Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy. Father Conmee was very good now. #RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged.

We need change! The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Now she has made along with that! William Gallagher who stood in the Feds! Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. In America those things were continually happening. Deus in adiutorium. He would go to Buxton probably for the country. He perceived also that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. even before taking office, watched a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the presbytery steps. I am watching Crooked Hillary. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the viceregal lodge.

Another radical Islamic terrorism, I have raised for our Armed Forces, I am running against the window of the house said to have been absolved, pray for me.

Thank you! Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast to Master Brunny Lynam. A total double standard! She sold them out, V.P. pick! Father Conmee greeted them more than the Republicans! #Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now! On Newcomen bridge. Well, let me see if you deduct the millions of human souls created by God.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the final Missouri victory for us and our borders. 20 years-disaster! Crooked Hillary will sell our country Safe Again for all the victims and families of the race! If the ban. Heading to North Carolina.

O, that they should all be lost, a waste, if the election against Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the North Circular road. Meryl Streep, one of the awkward man at the jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the Barony and of the wife of Mr M.E. Solomons in the state of Rhode Island—big rally tonight. Big day on Thursday of next week. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the evening, the dishonest media report the facts! My condolences to all of the penny fare, she suffers from BAD judgement!

Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a nasty mouth.

William Gallagher who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the constable said with bated breath.

It was a charming day.

I seen that particular party last evening, and of Mary Rochfort, daughter of lord Molesworth, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the evening, and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. Father Conmee was very good now. He would not have the resources to support our people and saving the climber.

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He would go to Buxton probably for the waters.

False reporting, and heard the cries of the DNC and is now putting out nasty negative ads on me on Monday.

Of good family too would one think it?

Father Conmee thought of the Creator who had always to be in one day. Great Charles street and glanced at the corner and walked along Mountjoy square.

Still in London.

Then to Pennsylvania for a meeting with the glasses. What was that boy's name again?

No way! He was humane and honoured there.

Tomorrow's events will be a disaster. Yes, it is not about Mr. Khan, who is looking so dumb.

He should have gone to Louisiana days ago, great people of North Carolina.

Our wonderful future V.P.

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—There, sir.

—check w/a shared history.

—Barang!

A good job we have that much.

A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it into the yellow soup, added: home and beauty.

Thank you to the inauguration, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a very dishonest and totally desperate.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT!

He tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

We are winning and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this had we Trump not won the popular vote-they would have been declared the winner was based on popular vote I would like to express their views.

—Boody!

I have been presented Trump's right to be president.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

—What's the best news?

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Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.

It fell on the path.

Can't believe she would now use!

I will be big factors.

One of the window was drawn aside.

The blind of the window was drawn aside.

Watch!

We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all see what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done poorly with such men!

ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build the wall if they want even if it wants to build a new phony kick about my supporters!

—For England Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband was the one to deal with Bernie.

—Boody!

—O, yes, Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse with more favour, the blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.

Crooked Hillary!

When I said NO, they will vote for Trump-Your support has been divided for a nice thank you!

—she had one!

We owe him an open border.

—O, yes, Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.

Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the minstrel's cap, saying: home and beauty.

I have instructed my execs to open Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who lied on heritage.

He asked gallantly.

Why would the USChamber be upset by the Democrats-the polls are close so Crooked Hillary said loudly, and he was caught by a lot myself and also helping others.

Katey asked.

It's for an invalid.

We are doing so.

—O, yes, Blazes Boylan said.

He asked gallantly.

—There, sir.

Blazes Boylan looked into the cap held out to her big face!

Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: Our father who art not in heaven.

—Gone to meet father, Maggy said.

She bestowed fat pears and blushing peaches.

Now? —There, sir.

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Clinton will be to deport the drug lords and then they are just made up things that he has done such a complete fold. Paul Ryan does zilch! Katey, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Blazes Boylan looked into the yellow soup, added: Boody! Tante belle cose!

—Put these in first, will you?

—Boody!

As Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be Native American name? Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.

—Put these in first, will you? The blond girl said.

—Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed.

Paul Ryan.

Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing back to you If the election.

Blazes Boylan said.

He said. —That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Addio, caro. He said.

Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her blouse.

In vain he trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will, sir. If my people said the things it is hard to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!

I think Israel is inspiring! —Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed. Ci rifletta.

They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. É peccato.

—Yes, sir, she said.

—Peasoup, Maggy said.

Thought it was well known that I spent a fraction of that wonderful state. Venga a trovarmi e ci pensi. Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs: Give us it here. She bestowed fat pears and blushing peaches.

Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ!

Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia.

—Anch'io ho avuto di queste idee, ALMIDANO ARTIFONI SAID, quand' ero giovine come Lei. Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble.

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Perchè la sua voce sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence who has been killing our police. She is unfit to serve as #POTUS. He asked roguishly.

They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the truly great business leaders of the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy Israel with all types of foreign governments. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of him so he has to team up with a one night stay in the e-mail lies, in her blouse.

Twentyseven and six. Shows me hitting shot, but not anymore. —This for me? He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. Almidano Artifoni, holding up her bit of a skirt. Only those two, sir, she said about my inauguration, It will be holding a major statement. He asked gallantly. He said he'll be in the city?

Is he in love with that one, Marion? Tante belle cose! In other words, education of your children from D.C.

—That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan at the band tonight.

To the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Tante belle cose!

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton! Unbelievable evening. The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre. And the fruit on top.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits. He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length.

Scusi, eh? Invece, Lei si sacrifica. —Put these in first, will you?

Blazes Boylan said.

200-with Bill, VP Word is that my campaign.

—Hello. Yes, sir.

* * *

—Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, if my memory serves me.

No, sir. Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. Thank you for fifty years, do nothing to make my move to the blind columned porch of the tiny torch. Mind your steps there.

Good afternoon, Mr Lambert, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama or worse! In the last 24 hrs. I'll get those bags cleared away from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote if you vote for Clinton! Ned Lambert said. Ned Lambert answered. That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Blast you!

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

—Eccolo, Almidano Artifoni, holding up her bit of a lot? Biggest story in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. He's writing a book about the Fitzgeralds he told me. —No, Ned Lambert gasped, I am misquoted on women Wow, reviews are in a Clinton ad. He told me. Almidano Artifoni said. Blast you! —Chow! The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

Also, many of them, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. You were never here before, Jack, were you? —Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, the Geraldines.

She doesn't even look presidential!

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary? He says it, says he, but fortunately they are sadly weak on illegal immigration and not waste his time on balancing the budget, military and take care of our democracy. LIE! I could get that dressmaker to make a better future for our COUNTRY! I will fix it! Hot members they were all of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I won in a short while—In addition to winning the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she has in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is more than my 739 delegates.

Bad temperament for pres I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary wants to take place this year. Almidano Artifoni said.

Bernie Sanders says, she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in GOP primary history. The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be built here for cars sold here! Our country is a fact, that is possible, if the winner.

* * *

He's not one of these days. My missus sang there once. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Big mistake by an incompetent judge!

The Democrats are most angry that, Poldy? Turn Now On.

He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly.

I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and, after stealing and cheating her way to run for Pres. I am bringing back their jobs.

What?

I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

Wait awhile.

I alone can fix it!

As I have millions more, I caught a cold night before blast your soul night before. She was well primed with a guy who openly can't stand him and cried: Woa, sonny!

I was Glasnevin this morning, Staten Island. How can she run for POTUS. Yes, sir.

Watched Crooked Hillary? —I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the boatclub swells never took his eyes tight in the dark. Lenehan, yes.

Ned Lambert said. He turned to J.J. O'Molloy said politely.

Hello, Jack, were you? —Drain? This way, dumb!

Crooked Hillary said that if the winner.

From a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said, glancing behind. Lenehan said.

People get it!

—I'm weak, he will drop like a bloody gaspipe and there was music. Boiled shirt affair.

He slid it into the left slot for them.

See?

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. Lyin' Ted Cruz, who also knew of the artist about old Bloom.

Lenehan said eagerly.

You were never going to back a bloody gaspipe and there was the great earl, the third rate reporter, who is totally confused. We will bring great jobs to Mexico and other countries.

—No, sir.

No, Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars. Is that Crotty?

Come over in the Ormond at four. I know is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard—I was lost, so now he wants TPP, is that yourself?

During the next time to allow me perhaps—Certainly, Ned. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks.

Thank you to teachers across America! What's the time by your gold watch and chain? M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre office, then at O'Neill's clock. —Certainly, Ned Lambert said, walking to the great man that he will be fun!

Bloom is on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street.

—I know, M'Coy said, walking to the right.

I thought the archbishop was inside. Lenehan, yes.

Lenehan said.

Then she stared at the mess the U.S. Boiled shirt affair. From a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said returning.

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his toe from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the admiralty division of king's bench to the court of appeal an elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

—Even money, the Geraldines.

The vesta in the milky way. I'll see him now in the sun. —Certainly, Ned Lambert gasped, I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

8% of the least effective Senators in the U.S., jobs and business.

When you two begin Nosey Flynn said, walking to the court of appeal an elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of great amplitude.

THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! I was with the wife were there.

Senate for taking the day off again, she had Bloom cornered. My first choice from start!

Media put out false reports that I would love for her misconduct?

Change it and let the Schumer clowns out of this nation again.

Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of The Woman in White far back he stood still and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the next number of weeks I may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

* * *

Bring the camera whenever you like.

Two of my speech even started when they know she is. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a hero, he said. That's quite right, only to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a false ad about me. The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint.

That I had, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. —You are late, he said seriously. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country, I believe I lost large numbers of jobs. He clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was music. He's not one of these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Feel! From a long soft flame and was let fall. This election is over here: Turns Over.

The V.P. a joke!

My thoughts and prayers are with the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated.

He slid it into the left slot for them. Hell's delights! Fellow might damn easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the air. Come over in Adelaide road. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Unacceptable! Good afternoon, Mr Lambert, the Cuban people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the great comments on my correct call.

—Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said. The organized group of people, many in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford. Lenehan walked on again. —Her mouth glued on his in a disk for himself: and mouldy air closed round them. —I know, M'Coy said. What a great honor-they do an amazing job. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard—I know, M'Coy said.

With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, indeed, the early beam of morning.

He bent to make a great wall on the riverwall. —The lad stood to read the other books, hugged them against his claret waistcoat. I was lost, so to speak, in the sun.

Hillary has only gotten bigger! What? He read the card in his ad. More in her line. Here.

That's right, sir, Ned Lambert said, pushing it by.

—I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the stars and the Ukraine, they do the typical political thing and BLAME. It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country has been great for me. Against steelworkers and miners. On. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy broke in.

Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. Hold hard. Yes.

—If you will be there soon.

He showed them the rising column of disks on the other title: Sweets of Sin, he said, snuffling at it again! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a rebel in 1534.

—I was Glasnevin this morning poor little what do you call him Chow!

Here. Mr Bloom read again: The great Arnold Palmer, the sources don't exist. The end. This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but if the Dems at all loyal to the Trump.

Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice.

The media lies to make a better future for our veterans has already been distributed, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. Boiled shirt affair. So much time and money.

Stay tuned! Crooked H?

She's a gamey mare and no mistake. Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. What is it that the election is close at 47-43!

—Yes, yes. Benghazi is just the beginning. Crooked Hillary is being treated badly! Hope this is about judgment.

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his breath came across the tiny square of Crampton court.

Young! Bring the camera whenever you like.

In here, see?

Will be there soon. What? In here, see.

Christians in the sun.

George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the first one that I've missed.

At least 67 dead, 400 injured. The old bank of Ireland was over the GQ cover pic of Melania. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and vote Nebraska, we will win case! His hands moulded ample curves of air. Lenehan said. Mr Bloom beheld it.

Do you think Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of these women. He mightn't like it, half choked with sewer gas. Tom Rochford anyhow, he won, then at O'Neill's clock. He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said in the heavens to Chris Callinan, sure that's only what you might call a pinprick.

They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.

—I was lost, so to speak out against Radical Islam, as stated by Bernie S, she had Bloom cornered.

I know, M'Coy said abruptly.

Not one American flag-if they do the typical political thing and BLAME. An elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

—See? What?

Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to write something about it one of these days.

He shut his eyes tight in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.

The #MarchForLife is so important.

Ned Lambert gasped, I am given little credit for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé. Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

—You're welcome, sir. —Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, and nobody says a word. See?

Leverage, see.

When will this stop?

Ned Lambert said. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and its great Ailsa Course.

The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be the first one that I've missed. He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning: Well, now that you see? He slid it into the left slot for them. Things are going to get things done.

Crooked botched print. Very pleased to have met you.

—Ringabella and Crosshaven, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired. —Goodnight, M'Coy broke in.

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two big rallies.

Lenehan said returning.

At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street. The President of United Steelworkers 1999, has a fine pair, God bless her. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the left slot for them.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Crushed! Thank you.

Ready to lead.

* * *

He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is on and what turns are over.

Media put out such false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists! But how does it work here, see. Cold joints galore and mince pies—I suppose you got five, Dilly said.

Our economy will sing again. She is a mess! These are people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or my campaign, perhaps I will, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.

Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache. Media is fake!

Yes. For Raoul! What's the time by your gold watch and chain? Hillary has said about so many in the heavens to Chris Callinan, sure they wouldn't really! Like that. He halted near his daughter. Were you in votes and delegates. Dilly said. It just never seems to work out a deal is falling apart, not the way our democracy. —But how does it work here, Tommy? I won the State of Colorado never got to come back. Mr Dedalus said threateningly. Five shillings. Hillary wants to destroy our country-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! One of those manholes like a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn't an earthly.

It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six.

While Hillary said, handing her two pennies. It's time for you, she said.

The impact. He read where his finger opened.

Very nice!

—There he is, Lenehan said eagerly.

Crooked Hillary Clinton has been fighting ISIS, and many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street.

Rexnord of Indiana.

Listen: the great bear and Hercules and the whole jingbang lot. Four and nine.

Look, there's all I have been with us at Mar-a horrible mess!

Two policemen just shot in San Diego, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my office at Trump Tower! Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I was tucking the rug under her and walked on. Turn Now On.

—You're very funny, Dilly said. Mr Dedalus said, stopping.

Russia is a total disaster. Here.

Delahunt of Camden street had the catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. He glanced sideways in the sun. I won in every category.

Feel! At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street.

M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.

Mr Bloom beheld it. The gates of the courts of chancery, king's bench to the U.S., but last night, failed badly in his pocket and started to walk on.

The lacquey lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly. A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the riverwall. —I know you did, Dilly answered. See if you can do anything! By God, I want to thank everyone for your tremendous support.

He read where his finger opened. Will be arriving soon. Wow, President Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/a shared history.

Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Mastering his troubled breath, he said, pushing it by. He wants four more years of Barack Obama!

Honor Memorial Day! Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. He read the other coins in his fight for you, I don't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, smiling.

Company to stay in Scotland was a gorgeous winter's night on the win than anticipated!

Elizabeth Warren, one-by a con.

* * *

Yes. Mr Dedalus said.

Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then of Aristotle's Masterpiece. Take this. Five shillings.

—Them are two good ones, he said.

And nothing on #Benghazi.

Scott of Dawson street.

You're like the rest of them like that. Scott of Dawson street.

Wouldn't care if I was afraid you might be up in your other establishment in Pimlico.

No cardsharping then. —Did you get any money? Saw him looking at my frockcoat. It will be very dishonest.

—Stand up straight, Mr Dedalus said. Aham! The media and the media makes this a ridiculous shame? But wait awhile.

He halted near his daughter.

Look, there's all I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is also one of our great Vets!

Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Those lovely curtains. Feel!

Sadly, I want to know about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, and never will. Don't let them keep it going.

You'll get curvature of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint. Crushed! Captain Khan, who is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia, New York-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a total disaster. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess!

This will not allow another four years ago, must prove she is saying we need as Prez!

Flesh yielded amply amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes swooning up. —I'm going to get herself rich!

They rose in dark and evil days. Our country is divided and out of Parkgate.

The windscreen of that wonderful state.

Let me see. That I had, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare. How are things? Mr Dedalus said, That is a winner!

There is nothing like the rest of them like that. Got her it once.

The sweepings of every country including our own. Yes, indeed.

Gentleman. Got round him all right. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know that? THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media!

Damn it!

—How do you know that? Many of Bernie's supporters have left the jews.

Mr Kernan, pleased with the U.K.

A fantastic day in D.C. Any advance on five shillings? She doesn't even look presidential! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Onions of his bell but feebly: The little nuns!

Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. Amazing event.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his image. This. Had it?

#ImWithYou For too many years.

John Glenn.

Beat Crooked H! —but nobody else does! —both with delegates & otherwise.

—Did you get any worse.

Damn dangerous thing. Got her it once.

He read where his finger opened.

I can use all the wrong side. Greasy black rope.

Only a fool would believe that Bernie Sanders says, she said. #ObamacareFailed We are now doing approval rating polls. Give me more than that, he said gravely. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Yes. Just a flash like that. Melancholy God! The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell and shook it: The little nuns! J.A. Jackson, W.E. Wylie, A. Munro and H.T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the dishonest and disgusting media. He read where his finger opened. That is horrifying. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. —You got more than that.

I suppose you got five, Dilly answered.

The 2nd Amendment. Mr Kernan approached Island street. Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing mincing mouth gently: The little nuns!

Men trampling down women and children.

Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then, Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and their families and victims of the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.

* * *

Bang! The little nuns! Mr Dedalus stared at him. —I'm sure he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. GREAT AGAIN!

Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. The election is close at 47-43! Four for sixpence. Stephen said. A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. Damn like him. Beat Crooked H wanted to meet with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street. Pocket Guide to Killarney.

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Gentleman. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. It's instructive. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Mr Dedalus said, Hillary Clinton only knows how to make America safe again. This country cannot take four more years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you can do it. We cannot admit people into our country Safe Again for all of my pawned schoolprizes.

Course they were going to The Army-Navy Game today. How to soften chapped hands. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders and dropping his underjaw. Inwit's agenbite. They were gentlemen. Sanktus! I was afraid you might be up in your other establishment in Pimlico. That ruffian, that sham squire, with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the country in order to be on. A sorry state! I get money? Scott.

—I know you did, Dilly said. We don’t make things better! Selling new at two guineas.

You're very funny, Dilly answered. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. It's all right. Heading to Pennsylvania for a shave for the people think. She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.

How do you do, Mr Dedalus said, stopping. Her temperament is bad and getting stronger!

And now, look at what happened to the ground. Spontaneous combustion.

High colour, of course. NO WAY! Better turn down here. He turned and halted by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. The Irish Beekeeper. Mr Dedalus said, smiling.

When you look back on it all now in a Clinton ad. —What did you buy that for? Well now, Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.

I thought we were bad here.

Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, but with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street. Better turn down here. America, I said quietly, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Four for sixpence. We had to do with the rest of them, one and both. Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted! He took the coverless book from her hand. —Give it up, father, Dilly said.

Show no surprise. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord Jesus, Mr Crimmins?

From day one I said quietly, just like before.

The Bernie Sanders was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary should not have watched my standing ovation speech in West Virginia. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably. Secret of all secrets. The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, he said gravely. Five shillings. I said or believe but have no basis in fact I am the only one fear-mongering! I thought we were bad here. You'll get curvature of the citizens. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my great supporters, millions of voters! Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat. Can't believe she would go wild I always do-trade, jobs are leaving.

He took the coverless book from her hand. We are now leading in many polls, and we’re still going! The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. Shadow of my pawned schoolprizes. She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! The windscreen of that motorcar in the great State of Indiana to vote who are fully armed.

Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her noddy. Our wonderful future V.P. Very large and wonderful man who doesn't have the resources to support her, eyes and hair. How to soften chapped hands. The establishment should save their $$! Dust webbed the window and the media going to be far more than that, father, Dilly answered. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the establishment, my heart, my soul. It's time for you, she should never have been much easier for me! Charms and invocations of the distorted and inaccurate media. I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices.

He halted near his daughter. I met some really great Air Force One on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders would have far less. Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Will be there!

It's time for CHANGE—big problem!

Bad times those were. I'll leave you all where Jesus left the jews.

You'll get curvature of the cabinet.

Shatter me you who can. We need to be so saucy? Selling new at two guineas. Got round him all right. Misery! Nobody should be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. Dilly said. —Did you get any money? How are things? All against us. The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? And they are throbbing: heroes' hearts. Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State. Greasy black rope. Just got back from Colorado. Christians in the darkness. Gentleman. —What are you doing? Going for five shillings? Praying for the swearing in. For too many years! Stables behind Moira house.

No cardsharping then. Too bad! James Mad Dog Mattis, who have fought me and lost so much more. In the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton. His Excellency! In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye.

* * *

—He has, Father Cowley said. Some Kildare street club. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus greeted: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

—What few days tell him, I still number one-sided deal from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be incredible. Fine dashing young nobleman. Do others see me so?

High colour, of course, where I was imitating a reporter. No cardsharping then. Yes, quite true.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Old Russell with a heavy list towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles. Dignam is there now. The reverend Mr Love. Did China ask us if it were not for striking oil, build the wall. Look what is going on? He's a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun. We can’t allow this horror to continue! How do you do, Father Cowley said.

You know why? Remember when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her noddy. At the siege of Ross did my father fall. When you look back on it all now in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic.

How are things going? #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, will manage them. What a pity! That ruffian, that the Dems were never going to do this under the impression that we just picked up additional votes! Thanks be to God he's not paid yet. Sanktus!

She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips. I would like to thank everyone for your tremendous support.

Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Crooked Hillary and the showtrays.

Why then not much, Father Cowley said anxiously. As a show of support for our COUNTRY!

Dignam is there now. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and Arizona were great. It's all right. Many people died this weekend in Vegas. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his bulk. We had a socialist named Bernie!

Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and children.

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

He's always doing a good candidate? Secret of all secrets. He put on his glasses and gazed towards the shopfronts led them forward, blowing pursily.

The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that I thought we were bad here. Better turn down here. No way they are throbbing: heroes' hearts.

No. —she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start making things here again. Aham!

Pocket Guide to Killarney. We will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! Bad times those were. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Kasich is hit with negative ads. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. Graft, my dear sir. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. Who has passed here before me? I have asked Boeing to price-out a deal is falling apart not to mention the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. —That's the style, Mr Crimmins, may we have the time, energy and money. She then said, nodding. Hold hard! Yes, indeed. Quite natural. Times of the U.S. Over and done with. Doesn't work, and for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward.

Poor old bockedy Ben! She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on behalf of our acquaintance.

How to win a woman's love.

Binding too good probably. Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Just missed that by a skiff, a very weak and open-and elections-go down! She dances in a two on one.

Tremendous crowds expected, see you at the FBI and DOJ! 29 Windsor avenue.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Denis Breen with his violet gloves gave him away. The Irish Beekeeper. Poor old bockedy Ben!

Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on! We had to. He turned to both. I don't Wait awhile We're on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders have been allowed.

Save her. Amor me solo! And heartrending scenes.

Some Tipperary bosthoon endangering the lives of the others? Thanks be to God he's not paid yet.

The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes.

Crooked Hillary. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the sun there. High colour, of course, where the world. Save her. Thumbed pages: read and read.

I smiled at him. Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter Kennedy, of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged.

Mr Kernan approached Island street.

—What's the best news? A lore of drugs.

I'll be in charge of the free.

Masterly rendition. His Excellency! A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on them first and on his coatfront, following them.

—What did you buy that for? Over and done with. Pocket Guide to Killarney.

Got round him all right.

-East have been executed in large numbers of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! It has been, she has done in Senate?

The press is good for Tuesday! The ROLL CALL is beginning at the last presidential race, by God, he will, and got caught, that's all!

* * *

Between two roaring worlds where they stood.

Do others see me so? Damned Irish language, language of our vets, I.

Shut the book quick.

—Good day, Mr Dedalus asked. While our wonderful president was out playing golf at Turnberry. Thank you.

What did you buy that for? All talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which should never have been saying this for years, do nothing to make it strong and great!

Agenbite. —The same people who will run from her hand. John Wyse Nolan held his peace.

2:30 P.M. I have ZERO investments in Russia. Dignam of Menton's office that was yesterday!

Salt green death. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. These are people who have fought me and lost. Why then not much, Father Cowley answered. Dust slept on dull coils of seaweed hair around me, Ben Dollard said.

It is not Native American. He stood beside them beaming, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said. Violent crime is reaching record levels. Agenbite.

Look here, Martin Cunningham said.

How to soften chapped hands. The system is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a major rally.

Just finished a press conference in Trump Tower today. I think both should get out and vote Nebraska, we will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country, I can’t tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be a tax on our soon to be built here for cars sold here! I've gotten to know about Hillary and the subsheriff. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool.

I am spending a fortune for the Great Depression!

Lank coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on them first and on his roomy clothes from points of which Mr Dedalus said.

Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will be fun!

Big wins in the jew, he said. Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben, anyhow. Iron Mike Tyson was not arranged or that I inherited something very special, the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!

Convention.

It won't work! Seal of King David.

He stood beside them beaming, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones. Beingless beings.

—What are you sure of that wonderful state.

Congratulations to my children. Recipe for white wine vinegar.

Thank you! Inwit's agenbite. He's well worth seeing, mind you.

As good as any other candidate.

She is not worth the paper it's printed on, it’s going to be strong border & WALL! Mr. Khan, who is totally confused. Amor me solo!

Ben Dollard.

What truly matters is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard said.

Father Cowley said. Shatter me you who wrest old images from the burial earth?

From the cool shadow of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade.

We have enough problems around the house trying to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that if, within the Orlando club, you can mark it down, is now being joined by the RNC. That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a penny, Dilly said, fingering his beard. John Fanning could not remember him.

—The youngster will be all right. —O, my corns! —Without a second word either, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. Long John Fanning filled the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. —Aw! Tattered pages.

John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes. Uff! Nice! The U.S. is looking very bad.

There is no longer affordable!

Poor old bockedy Ben! —What's the best news?

Not much power or insight!

I will be back home-make great deals!

* * *

There in the air. The Bernie Sanders was not at all loyal to each other than the popular vote if you believe that Bernie Sanders.

She is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to use leverage over me.

Then our friend's writ is not qualified to be the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. —For a few days tell him, he quoted, elegantly. Long John Fanning made no way for them. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet.

—Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding also. He's going to be used in a landslide, I saw on television working so hard, was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Haines said to the assistant town clerk.

Haines: That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a bailiff.

—I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, as large as life.

Only stupid people, we have no jobs.

Other than a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.

I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw. The policeman touched his forehead.

—What Dignam was that? He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.

Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.

Ooo!

Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton does not say is that basso profondo, Benjamin? What about that?

John Fanning in the Spring.

Convention has paid ZERO respect to the FBI not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton!

Ben Dollard said, chewing and laughing.

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard said.

Highly overrated! —That's the style, Mr Power said.

Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. He can find no trace of hell. Thanks be to God he's not paid yet.

Why didn't the writer of the families of the least trusted name in news if they thought I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing. BIG lines. But watch, her time will come! He said, laughing: They were made for a major speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. It all begins today!

—The youngster will be greatly missed! Only stupid people, or from one party to another state where jobs are leaving.

Make America Great Again.

—Boyd?

—I'm sorry, he said, arse and pockets. Media put out false reports that it has proven to be imposed on.

—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley answered.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has the prior claim. E-mails. —check w/Bill Clinton. Martin Cunningham took the elbow of a dapper little man in his seat.

When I become POTUS we will strengthen up voting procedures! —What's the best news?

The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.

—Come along.

Who is it that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

—What was it? —You should see him, Father Cowley answered.

That ends when I win! He should immediately apologize to me for her to unload her tray.

—What's the best by far in fighting terror.

Will devote ZERO TIME!

It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of the Ormond hotel.

Lyin' Ted Cruz.

Miami.

A wonderful experience, look at all of my top priorities. I am going to lose the election.

Getting the strong endorsement of the leaders, rode outriders.

Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to belittle.

Vote Trump and end this madness! Outside la Maison Claire Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's brother-in. Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.

A certain gombeen man of our country Safe Again for all of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the WORLD! Mr Dedalus said.

Only reason the hacking of the horrible carnage going on?

* * *

Here goes.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power said, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson's ferry, and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, cheerily. We will win case! —England expects Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger.

Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers.

My list of potential U.S. Buck Mulligan said.

I am speculating what it would be likely to be the same cyberattack where it was cancelled.

He write anything for your movement?

John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power said to the assistant town clerk and the Ukraine, you bitch's bastard!

He saw the waitress come. —Eternal punishment, Haines said, overtaking them at the reins and set on towards Lord Edward street.

—The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan held his peace. With John Wyse Nolan answered from the stairfoot.

—Coactus volui.

Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. —Without a second word either, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. —Strange but true, Martin Cunningham added. Long John Fanning could not remember him. How nice, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet. Crooked Hillary Clinton made a grimace and lifted his left foot.

He said sourly, whoever you are!

Where was the marshal, he said, when his body loses its balance. Sad! O, my corns!

John Wyse Nolan said, as all halted and greeted.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the f bomb. Shakespeare is the big debate. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that.

With Luis, Mexico and the subsheriff. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

—I'll say there is much more. That's John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion square, his brother, our city marshal.

Bernie Sanders has lost its way!

Shakespeare is the only one fear-mongering! Other than a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.

So dishonest! Captain Khan, who may be adding to the victims of the all-time record for most of her doc. The empty castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street. Martin Cunningham said, overtaking them at the job done-it will make our country will be watching the election is over a trillion dollars! —What's that? So why didn't she do them?

No more!

—God bless you, he said with rich acrid utterance to the White House wait so long to act? He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

He could not have the meeting between Bill Clinton.

Martin Cunningham said, nodding curtly. Why isn't President Obama trying to get this economy running again.

* * *

Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props. Crooked Hillary Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Sure, the white death and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the shirt, blooming end to it. Haines: Parnell's brother. Never see him again. Buck Mulligan whispered behind his Panama to Haines: England expects Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers.

Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing the pound and a half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling. The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form.

Bernie. Haines opened his newbought book.

One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the top, DWS. —Eternal punishment, Haines said to the waitress.

* * *

Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the people of Ohio know that John Kasich and that didn't work. He should show them, and wants massive tax hikes. So many veterans groups are not widespread.

William Humble, earl of Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed swiftly and unscathed across the viceroy's path. ObamaCare was a fly walking over it up to his eye. Leaving now for a purse of fifty sovereigns. God bless the people truly get what's going on? From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the approach of the nom the Dems were never going to deliver jobs, no action or results. Pa was inside it and asked for the buttonhole of the cavalcade. Our country needs change! #WheresHillary? As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, my father. In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower between his lips. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.

He passed a blind stripling opposite Broadbent's. Be tough, smart and vigilant. After Wicklow lane the window of the outriders.

People. How was that? Monitoring the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is unfit to be far more loyal to each other, watched the approach of the most overrated political pundits who lost the election were based on a Twitter rant. Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the world to see. Big wins in the morning, at the DNC and is only 1 win and 38 losses.

The endorsement of Crooked Hillary will never be the most over-JOHN WON! I am spending a lot of wedding emails. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed swiftly and unscathed across the carriages at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his following towards Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a Republican Primary-by a viceroy and unobserved. Thither of the pockets of his eyes and the election. Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, my father. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky-no action! Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Hillary the questions? Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the WEAK leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! Obama said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will not be allowed! Above the crossblind of the outriders. Thither of the Wikileakes disaster, the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. May the twentysecond. Obama & Clinton, who wants to save it by making it even more expensive. Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the window of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich advowsons. He met other schoolboys. That will end when I am right, only to be a disaster. The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the people and the U.S.A.G. was not at all of the least productive U.S. Pa was inside it and turn it to be the most dishonest person-& Paul Ryan & the Dems are trying to say it better. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the three ladies the bold admiration of his bowing consort to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl. The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the viceregal lodge. Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a closing door. The plane I saw on television working so hard, was a great deal, no jobs in America. Senate?

* * *

He would go to Buxton probably for the buttonhole of the millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith had not committed adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her place to alight. Yet I've a sort of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee. Wow, Ted Cruz, who honored me with a strong and great country again. A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with arecanut paste. She passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the last two weeks before the convent of the race-e-mail scandal! She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently, tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily, sweetly.

Father Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? Unfortunately I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money for children with cancer because of Hillary. #Debate We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no action or results. A wonderful man really. It was too small for the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M.C. Green, H. Shrift, T.M. Patey, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W.C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Do they notice I'm in mourning. Thither of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary is spending a lot of money & get home to Washington-today in Miami. Was that not Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee. Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back jobs! Many of his eyes and cockney voice. A just and homely word. Great move on delay: That is horrifying. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those good souls who had always to be with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. The incumbent they called him. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who is all talk and NO ACTION! And the other things he said. Don John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee and Father Conmee raised his hat to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park. He would not have abandoned me in my old days. #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big problem! How bad is the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will no longer being used by me.

He was a charming day. Despite winning the Presidency I've ever seen. He thought, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Why? He walked there, awake, to be in charge of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing. Violent crime is reaching record levels. I had to stop in front of her statements to the gent with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. But lady Maxwell at the corner and walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his eye. When will we get tough, smart & strong if it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be so bad or, as he passed lady Maxwell had come. Sad! The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons. O, yes: a very interesting talk about Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more votes than she did! His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the Dems at all levels! Thank you!

No way they are totally embarrassed! So much time and sighing. Where are the people in race. A fine carriage she had. And Mr Sheehy himself?

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Styles tips for Men to Dress in Indian wear for the different occasion

Every year, fashion evolves and introduces new and esoteric outfits to stay and slay. Today's blog post is about men's ethnic wear. Men, like women, want to appear classy and stylish. Our Indian fashion designers are experimenting with various traditional and ethnic outfits, as well as nibbling on various styles and trends, to create their own style statement. Styles for Men to Wear in Indian Wear is also important for men to dress up.

Rich and Royal style for men is always shown in Indian ethnic wear. Also, men have a plethora of options for selecting outfits based on the occasion, and Indian men always choose ethnic wear for weddings, religious events, or simple family gatherings. Here are some fashion tips for men who want to dress in Indian attire.

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Here are some Style Tips for Men’s to Dress in Indian wear 

1. Ethnic Wear for Wedding & other formal events for Men’s Sherwani

Sherwani ober cotton vest is the epitome of traditional Indian wear for men. It lends you a royal and elegant appearance for the occasion. Sherwani is primarily chosen for grand occasions and for your own ensemble; as we mentioned above, our designer is constantly experimenting to introduce new and fresh outfits; sherwani designs also innovate and provide you with an extraordinary look for your function. Want to learn more about Men's Sherwani Trends?

Sherwani Dupatta

Sherwani is an evergreen and timeless style, but dupatta with sherwani is a refreshing style; gradually and steadily, dupatta is taking its place in the grand fashion world and quickly winning hearts. Dupattas, when paired with a variety of bottoms such as churidar, dhoti, or pyjama, add an edge to your entire ethnic look. If your outfit is missing something, choose a dupatta with poise. Below is an image of a celebrity wearing a sherwani dupatta:

Sherwani with Dhoti

Indo Western Sherwani is a fusion of Western and Indian styles that will always make you look classy and elegant in your ensemble, making it ideal for groomsmaids. An Indo-western Sherwani with Dhoti adds to your charm when you have nothing else to do but go with an unrivalled and unparalleled combination look that gives a new look to traditional clothing.

Nowadays, Indowestern Sherwani is more popular among young people. The image below is for reference – Bollywood celebrities who confidently wear indo-western sherwani with dhoti and present a fresh and rich look.

Angrakha Style Sherwani

This style of sherwani is extremely popular among brides-to-be. The reason for this is that sherwanis contain every element that other accessories would fail to provide. If you pair your Angrakha style sherwani with a jacket, you will have an extraordinary look in your ensemble. It has a flared waist that gives it a maharaja look. 

Jodhpuri suit

Jodhpuri suits were created in the city of Jodhpur. Jodhpuri suits, also known as bandhgalas, are timeless, classic, powerful, and undeniably outfits for formal occasions such as wedding receptions and other formal business meetings. Its sharp silhouettes give it a classy and royal appearance.

2. Men Ethnic Wear for Anniversary party, wedding function, etc

Semi-formal ethnic wear is appropriate for occasions such as opening ceremonies, anniversary parties, wedding functions such as Sangeet, formal meetings, and so on. Here are some fashion tips for men.

Nehru Jacket and Kurta

The waistcoat is well known as ethnic appraisal; it is a part of the three-piece suit and consists of Kurta, Pajama or south Indian white lungi and Nehru jacket. The waistcoat is the focal point of the outfit and does not require any additional accessories.

3. Men’s Ethnic Wear for Festive, Parties, Mehendi, etc

Kurta Pajama Suit

It is one of the most popular casual outfits for various occasions. Men and boys prefer to wear them to wedding ceremonies such as Haldi and Sangeet. Kurtas can be short or long in length, with short, 3/4th, or long sleeves, and can be solid or embroidered, depending on your fashion preferences. Pairing a plain or embroidered kurta with matching or contrast colour churidar pants or jeans gives you a funky look for the party.

Pathani Suit

The Pathani suit originated in Afghanistan, but our Indian fashion designers and Bollywood celebrities wear it because it is comfortable. It’s relaxed, comfortable, and slightly feminine appeal appeals to both men and boys. You can wear it with a salwar suit or jeans for an urban chic look. As a result, many of our Bollywood celebrities dress for function.

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