Convent educated, Royal Ballet dancer, daughter of a Home Counties accountant - her pedigree couldn't be more pukka. So how did Bella fall for Peter Stringfellow?
Mr and Mrs Stringfellow are curled up on a leopard-print sofa in their Spanish villa. Animal prints are the dominant theme of the interior design. Leopard-print cushions and rugs are scattered around the open-plan living space, a fake tiger throw - complete with head - is draped over a sofa and huge oil paintings of tigers and lions adorn the walls.Peter and his wife, Bella, were married three weeks ago on Valentine's Day. The bride is 26, 42 years younger than her 68-year-old husband. So no surprises there, either.
'Up until I met Bella, exclusivity had not been part of my life. But that has all changed. The old Peter Stringfellow is gone and Bella and I are looking forward to a wonderful future together.'
Is this proof, then, that a leopard can change its (leopard-print) spots? It certainly seems so.
The young lady who has tamed the untameable is indeed a stunner, half-Italian on her mother's side, with lustrous hair and peachy skin to die for.
She met him at his eponymous nightclub, which seemed to confirm the stereotype. So here's another surprise. Bella is a convent school-educated, classically trained ballerina, who went to Stringfellows nightclub one night with some of the other dancers to ["]wind down["] after a performance in The Nutcracker at the Coliseum nearby.
Bella's family were also there, her brother and sister and her mother, Graziella, 60, and 71-year-old father, Neil, a retired chartered accountant.
Today, Peter and his father-in-law are great friends, but at the outset, it took some time for Bella's father to welcome her 'boyfriend' into the family.
'The wedding was like a fairytale - only better,' says Bella, who is clearly as besotted with Peter as he is with her. 'When we went to the beach, there was a beautiful pink sunset, it really was so romantic. We didn't want all the stress of a big do, we wanted the people closest to us around us and for it to be informal. It was a magical day.
Bella is looking at Peter adoringly. She is blessed with a disarmingly sweet and sunny nature and is unlike the hard-bitten opportunists one imagines might seek out Stringfellow.
She even agrees with his choice of decor. 'It's funny, but as a child I had an obsession with Siberian tigers and had pictures of them on my walls.' Leopard-print aside, Stringfellow doesn't resemble the caricature who has featured in the redtops for nearly 30 years.
They have addressed the obvious question in a relationship with a 42-year age gap. Peter says. 'If things go according to their natural course, then I will go first and Bella will still be a stunning woman. She must move on and have a life.'
At this, Bella looks upset and interrupts: 'No, no, I won't, I won't have a life, absolutely not,' and wraps her arms around him.
When Stringfellow and Bella met eight years ago, Bella's life revolved around ballet. At 11, she was offered a scholarship at White Lodge in Richmond Park, Surrey, home to the Royal Ballet School, but turned it down.
'I am close to my family,' says Bella, 'and we all felt I was too young to leave home and live at the school.'
But after leaving her convent school, close to the family home near Reading, Bella began her training with the Royal Ballet School.
She met the ballet star Carlos Acosta, and he asked her on a date. 'I turned him down. He had a reputation with women, which I suppose seems funny now, being with Peter.'
While still a student, she was chosen to join the Royal Ballet and appeared on stage at the Royal Opera House in London. When she walked into Stringfellows eight years ago, she was a member of the English National Ballet.
Stringfellow, the son of a steel worker from Sheffield, is a working class boy made good. After opening his first nightclub, the Black Cat, in Sheffield in 1962, he had come to London to seek his fortune and, in 1980, he opened Stringfellows.
"Stringfellow seems quite a fan of leopard print" - Daily Mail caption for the above image.
Well, now it is official. And the leopard who changed his spots and his ballerina bride could not be happier, proof of the eternal mystery of the ways of love. [Ha fucking Ha; again this is pasted from a Daily Mail article]
Many strippers offer "extras" because they are programmed to (all the money going to straight to the pimp/handler), note the butterfly Stringfellows uses for it's logo, and all the other themes suggestive of programming (below gold statues/angel, the insane amount of leopard-print etc). Obviously programming varies in each individual kitten, i.e. from simple MK of doing it for drugs, right up to fully programmed multiples [and all layers in between, including no MK at all of course].
Random leopard-(im)print(ed) stripper from their main site.
Bella with split-personality agent Christian Slater (scroll down for My Own Worst Enemy stuff [with it's wonderfully helpful split/fractured mind symbolic poster]), and below is Bella doing what kittens do best with Colin Farrel.
Rihanna (updated accounts on the incident btw; pretty shocking, makes sense she would still be with him sadly though) and Lily have both gone (both kittens) too (note Rihanna's leopard spotted belt).
So have Oxford University's "Secret Society" (described as such on Stringfellows blog), probably the Bullingdon Club or something, where many of your future (British anyway) soulless political puppets will come from. I almost want to remove this picture, can't stand to look at these apathetic drunken toffs in their retarded duality caps and red suspenders.
A model goes through one of the clubs, describing the "really sexy little cage" [bird cage] she'll be dancing around (at end of video).
"The Cheetah Room" Hopefully the whole cat/kitten sex programming theme is starting to click a little more for those still not quite getting it (those three Cheetahs [note red shoes on far right] are made to look like they're waiting for you).
Illuminated Twin Towers (on tower bridge)/Big Ben/Pole/fractured Butterfly, all VERY symbolic.
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