BEL RAGAZZO -BEAUTIFUL BOY - ? - I was beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful: the most beautiful boy in Europe. "Beau garcon," they'd whisper as I walked through the Place Vendome in Paris. "I am beautiful" I would say to myself, a slight smile playing on my rose-coloured, sculpted lips as I made my way down London's uber-fashionable Bond Street. "Bel ragazzo," they would murmur excitedly as I sashayed - blond head held high - along the Via Veneto in Rome. Yes indeed: the most beautiful boy whose countenance, graceful carriage and exquisite manners would eventually prove themselves to be nothing more than an inganno lordo or gross deception.