Hallo chaps! It's Miss Ember here, gusset-typing from the countryside of Nippon and in dire need of some new French knickers (be a dear, Sir S, you are closest to Paris and it surely would be no trouble to get something smuggled in under wraps, perhaps with the latest copy of Vogue thrown in as well? It's quite an ordeal to acquire a copy this end, and requires a schoolgirl's uniform and several days journey on the 7100 to Tokyo).
Bravo Notts for your Big Push forth onto these pages! It's jolly good to know someone's fixing a sharp eye on Jerry's ever-expanding posterior. All is quiet on the Eastern Front. No activity to report, except a commotion last night when a bicycling farmer clattered by my lodgings, swigging sake and singing at the top of his voice some dirty ditty about the dancing girl of Izu and a tanuki (enough to make a maiko blush!). In addition, the frogs (not the Frenchies, the other ones) set up quite a din by the riverside, croaking away despite the wail of babes and the curse of harried mothers from nearby cottages.
Regarding the bromide, Sir S telegraphed me to ask if this group snap was taken in ol' Sydney Town, but I believe it's from the Egypt Tour of '07. Don't you chaps recall - I was madly infatuated with Professor Carter, the Egyptologist, (especially his divine moustache!) and I persuaded some of you to come along? (I recall Sgt M didn't require much prodding, one mention of wines from the Nile Valley, and of course, the famed veil-dancing beauties of the region, and his trunk was hastily packed and moustache briskly waxed to upstanding form!).
In truth, I rather disapprove of this pic because our fashions are *quite* behind the times and if any of the gels from the Follies saw me in that long-skirted get-up, with that distressingly old-fashioned pile of shag on my head, I would be spanked with a hairbrush backstage until my bottom turned purple. If any of you chaps unearth a more recent sepia from your archives, especially one of me looking glamorous, it would be super if you could attach it to these pages.
In other news, the modelling work I did in Hokkaido in the winter is now in print. Golly, it's hard to get by on the meagre scraps dealt out to us from the boys at HQ, sometimes a gel just has to go out there and make a yen or two on her own!
Looking forward to hearing from our London and New York/Sydney correspondents in the coming days!
Who needs hair lacquer, when Hokkaido temperatures freeze one'sfingerwaved do in a jiffy? Still not convinced that the zig-zag pullover is really "me".
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I say! Dashing pictures! At least you are keeping your fashion wits about you despite the lack of french knickers. I wandered into a shop called "coco de mer" the other day thinking to buy just that for you, having read online somewhere that it was a "lingerie" shop. Perhaps I should have guessed from the fact that "enema" was written on the window that the online description was a tad off. Imagine my horror when, stumbling inside the boudoir, I came face to face with a natty-haired young thing in earnest conversation with the shop lady, searching through a collection of brightly-coloured toshes!!! I stood aghast at the unseemly habits of The Modern Lady, and realised quickly that there was nothing there for me! And a very limited selection of french knickers... just goes to show one shouldn't believe everything one reads...
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