Jack Vettriano Good Time Girls

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'You better fetch 'em,' he said. 'The fact is, I seem to have lost my faculty.'
'For what, Archchancellor?' said Ponder, politely.
'What?'
'Sorry?'
They looked at a
dressmaker's dummy from Mrs Whitlow, the
housekeeper.
He'd made some changes to the design that had buzzed around his brain. For one thing, a wizard in his very soul is loath to wear any garment that doesn't reach down at least to the ankles, so there was quite a lot of leather. Lots of room for all the studs.
He'd started with: DEAN.one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.'The faculty,' said Ridcully, giving up. 'The Dean and whatnot. Gone totally round the corner. Been up all night, playing guitars and whatnot. The Dean's made himself a coat out of leather.''Well, leather is a very practical and functional material–’'Not the way he's using it,' said Ridcully darkly . . .[. . . the Dean stood back. He'd borrowed