I could tell just by looking that Stanley was standing proud. With his gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket, he was a picture of decadence. He was smiling in his own inimitable fashion and it was beautifully infectious. It was just a shame his face always let him down.

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Well onto exercise 4 and this time, I am tasked with expanding on the 200 words written in exercise 3 by using the descriptive text types of Zoë Heller and George Orwell.

So I re-wrote my text and here it is.  let me know what you think in comments.

I could tell just by looking that Stanley was standing proud.  With his gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket, he was a picture of decadence.  He was smiling in his own inimitable fashion and it was beautifully infectious.  It was just a shame his face always let him down.  Although in his twenties, his face was sharp, rugged and weathered with a large heavy beard and a scar down his right cheek.

If you talked to Stanley, he would have you believe he got his scar defending himself from a maniac with a knife.  However, his sister once told me the true story one drunken evening.  One summer as a teenager, Stanley was in the back garden.  He was heading for one of the sun loungers when he tripped on a toy.  Flying through the air, he landed, cheek first, on the corner of the lounger.

Stanley was on a high.  He told me before we left today was the day he was going to ask for his girlfriend’s hand in marriage.  I just hope she gets my text and kicks her other fella out before he gets there.  None of us want Angry Stanley.  It won’t end well.