Noël Coward's 'Regency Rakes' 🎩 🍷 🍷 👊 🍷 🍷 😵 🤮


 

🎵 We're Regency Rakes
And each of us takes
A personal pride
In the thickness of hide
That prevents us from seeing
How vulgar we're being
Without making us wince 🎵


A look at the dark side of Dandyism – and how being 'ape drunk' eventually became effete 🍸


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