Max Ellis - Wood maisonette scenery of grandfather clock shrivel is 8pm. This is a dark, Tuesday night in early December, with the celebration, the people will be unveiled by Max. On the surface, they came to a Christmas party, but not a meat pies or a glass of wine flavor.There are two wealthy City traders in Prada suits, several open-shirted men who have been invited on the strength of their aristocratic heritage, and three wannabe 'It' girls clopping through in
Jimmy Choo spikes.
In place of party food, the beautiful antique table in the dining room is covered in lines of fine white powder. Within an hour, all the guests have sauntered over, champagne glass in hand, snorted an inch-long line, then slunk off to recline on a plush sofa.
The new drug of choice: Britain's wealthy young elite are snorting copious amounts of the horse tranquiliser ketamine
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