Tonight, I shall be revving up the L reg. brown Bentley, with its cream vinyl roof freshly scrubbed. I shall be donning my sheepskin car-coat and tweed cap and, pausing only to light a cigar, heading off to the dogs. TFB will be wearing a figure hugging leopardskin dress and a bee-hive wig. We will dine on chicken-in-a-basket and be quaffing cheap champagne. After betting on trap 6 all night, I will be peeling off a few fifties, press them into her hand and murmur lovingly "Go up west love, buy yourself sumfink nice." So different from the home life of our own dear Queen...yet how much fun! Is anyone else going down-market for their pleasures this weekend, for example abandoning their Knightsbridge-based, super-model girlfriend, to enjoy some skip-rat from Cardiff's company?