I just keep snorting (sorry I hope it isn't contagious) about the proposal. The renaissance man thinks proposing to his old maid on the scaffolding is the most romantic thing he can do, with Sebastian just round the corner. It is like the little tosser is just marking his territory, like some ugly wire haired terrier. It is all a bit tragic really, the faded old glamour puss can't even pull a man with a job let a lone a trust fund. The young pretender will now never know the joys of working for a living, meeting a girl saving for a house it is all really really sad. The age gap doesn't matter too much at the moment but in 10 to 20 years it will very much and Snorts will just have led an empty life. What on earth can the grifters put on their wedding list surely not more china.