In order, over a day:
8am. Wake up. Drink some champagne in bed, have lots of sex, eat a croissant.

11am. Luxurious bubble bath with my girlcrush. Where's the soap? Yes, it does rather. Etc etc.

12pm. I've started wrinkling, so better get out of the bath. Dress up in my finest clothes and favorite gloves (this would be a crisp, sunny winter's day).

1pm. Ludicrously expensive sushi lunch. Put on credit card (which, due to imminent death, I won't have to pay off).

2pm. Book the presidential suite at the Dorchester, only use it for an hour. More sex.

4pm. Go parachuting. Whilst smoking crack (good call, Wanderlust).

7pm. Cocktails at the American Bar at the Savoy.

8pm. Huge, expensive dinner. Wagyu beef, truffles, foie gras etc. The finest wines available to man.

11pm. Stroke a kitten for an hour, say goodbye to parents.

Midnight till apocalypse: lie in bed with my beloved, just holding each other.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 11 Sep 2008, 14:02, Reply)