I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. — Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. — Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. — Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. — Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. — Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
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I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin.

— Stephen Beresford, The Last of the Haussmans
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