TheBaronOfFratton

Ah! But what are we to do? My friends, this moment, this VSFS - we have but to live in the now. This year will not come again. Yes, perchance, there is next year with all its promises. But the future, like they say of the past, is another country; and they - indeed - do things differently there. Do not think I don't share in this anguish. Only last week most of my "angels" were on that pernicious list: that list that promised so much (to me) but in the end delivered so little. Oh, where are you now my Ana, my Doutzen, my Natasha, my Cintia..? If it were not for the charms of Inguna then perhaps I would too be inconsolable; sobbing uncontrolably into the nearest glass of wine. Well, maybe I am a little, it loosens those typing hands - but then 'In Vino Veritas'! But yes - the future. For it was only last year, whilst waiting for these maidens to glide and flow that I stumbled across Rosie. And I, for one, am thoroughly enchanted. From evidence thus far I am thinking Ms Swanepoel may fit that bill this year... These lists we compile, this "beauty" we speak of - it is fugitive - hot to the touch, and we would do well to remember that. Like I said - I feel the pain; but she will come round again - in brilliance and in fanfare. For these girls, OUR girls, our ideal line-ups, our own personal parade of angels - do they not walk the catwalks of our minds anyway? Forgive me this tirade. There are photos to be perused, there are new delights to be savoured, there are new angels to discover. It matters not who wears the wings, what matters is who flutters our hearts...

Indeed! Now let's not do anything rash ladies and gentlemen...