These are my adventures out and about enjoying the after dark pleasures of dancing and cabaret with my family and friends in a variety of places including London, where I live, and Deauville, Paris, Cannes and New York, to name but a few.
I am told that I am thoroughly spiffing and a definite winner with the ladies. So says my friend Monty.
My mother says I am very clever (well I did go to Eton and Cambridge), spontaneous and have the gift of the gab or as the French say ‘avoir du bagou.’
My aunt Mimi thinks I am adorable not to mention extremely handsome and of course have a fabulous taste for everything. I can do no wrong in her eyes.
My sister Millie thinks that I can be coy and shy at first and although I am charming, I can be everso manipulative which is interesting because I think the same of her.
My papa is annoyed that I am not like him and thinks that I am very lazy, spend far too much time having fun and should get a job.
My oldest friend Aubrey is more precise and says ‘Fynes is 6 foot tall, has blond hair, blue eyes and was born in August 1901.’
That is as good as it gets.
Oh I am also in love, but that is another story….
Hi Fynes, I’m an author working on a book that, coincidentally, takes place in France in 1922. My subjects stayed at the Carlton in Cannes in 1922-23 and I’d like to quote some of what you’ve written about the place. The problem, of course, is that my publisher won’t accept web references. Please drop me a line if you don’t mind being quoted so we can figure out the right way to give you credit. THX and congrats on your blog!
[...] The Nocturnal Adventures of Fynes Harte-Harrington [...]
Hallo? Hallo? I’d like to speak to Mr Harte-Harrington if you please, it’s about a certain 2 pounds he owes me after our game of charades last week. Is this thing working? Never used such a blasted thing as a telephone before. Always preferred letterwriting as a pleasurable pastime for gentlemen of relaxed lifestyles. Instant communication, eh? Well paff to that I say. Never catch on. In the 21st century I can predict that airmail via pigeons will be the standard mode of longdistance communication. He’s not in you say? Out shooting grouse with Claude Monet? Well I never. Well tell him to watch out, that Claude chap has a bit of trouble with the old eyes.