I thought the question needed asking. After my Bunga-Bunga party on Saturday night who knows? If a septuagenarian Italian can do it, I thought, 'Yes, I may be older, but count me in.'
Unfortunately my net amongst 18-20 year old nubiles can not be cast too wide, but with help from Middle Age Modes I was able to rent some shapely window mannequins. What with the high class snacks such as can of peas and the sultry tones of Sir Clifford wafting through the throng it should have been a winner. Mr. Frobisher took it a bit too far with the shapely window models though and it took five of us to return him to his sheltered housing. Even then the warden chose to misunderstand the Primula stains on his tweed trousers.