Lord Byron - expat par excellence, who spent three years holed up in Venice when all of England wanted him dead for being a dirty gay - was partial to 'sending home' for things.
Letters have been found from LB to his publisher, Andrew Murray (no relation to the dour tennis star, sadly), requesting things including English-language books, a special red tooth powder only available in England, and - most bizarrely - a bulldog.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
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