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I don't like Mondays...
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06:52pm, 05/Jan/2009
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 ... but now it's over I can go walk in the snow yeah!  |
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Guns N'Roses
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01:52pm, 04/Jan/2009
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The Guns will make a huge comeback in 2009, I predict. Sleazy rock ballads are back ! Yeah!
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Black Lotus
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09:22am, 22/Dec/2008
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It's Sunday and I go to Black Lotus for Annet's Christmas drinks.
Philippe, Ricky the photographer, Annet la Belle
Scarves with labels.
Drink champagne.
Seriously ill.
Champagne overdose.
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Lola Montes with Justine
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09:21am, 22/Dec/2008
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We see this film - love it.
Just has a flask of mulled wine - so I'm drinking this in the Arlequin cinema and we're talking about India. |
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Jammy
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09:19am, 22/Dec/2008
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Chez Isa
Mr K keeps his cool as our conversation veers into the sexual. "You're rather cynical," he suggests. "And you're not?" I reply, piercing him sharp as an arrow, pouring mulled wine down my throat and thinking now is Mr K an alpha or a beta male...
... later in the kitchen with Virginie, we confront another male with his alpha or beta-ness. "I think I have a bit of both in me," he replies warily, trying to escape these mad women, but failing because I'm standing in the doorway hahahahaha! "But I do like your jumper," he tells Virginie.
Christine arrives as always carrying a home-baked cake. She's wearing hot thigh boots and glows beautiful.
Le Gourbi and his jam.
Michael le la Fontaine on the sofa and his lovely lady who works as a librarian.
Somebody finds Fatima's handbag outside Isa's flat. Strange but true.
"I couldn't sit down for two days," I confessed to Mr K, who was trying hard not to look surprised. Then the champagne cork pops and I react like a trained rabbit, turning to search for the bottle and a glass to be filled to fill me up with bubbles and lightness...
"Now I have a limited supply of lemon jam," Le Gourbit confesses. "Not everyone gets to try it."
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New York-London-Paris
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07:30am, 17/Dec/2008
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ohohohohohohohohoh!!!!!! The biggest surprise in the whole wide world! 
Sounds so cinematic, such a cliché - him being there and her being there AT THE SAME TIME. Well not so much of a coincidence as a cunning man-plan "to be the first". Big deal I tell him. "Nah, it's important... for me at least," he stares into me with those eyes as he stuffs his face with some sort of English-style bagel attempt and I drink the coffee to dilute the alcohol that has replaced my blood.
And she returned to Paris, went to work the next day, she thinks she did anyway remembers lots of emails washing over her and talking to someone about transporting dangerous good and oh yes the interiors of that train in Brittany and the "sophisticated" livery of OBB's train in Austria... then crawled from desk and went to her favourite place the winter wonderland of her bed then slept from 7.30pm to 6am non-stop. Like a high-speed train, I guess.
Listening to REM this morning before going to the UITP Design Day at quai de la Rapée and thinking of what she said as we drove through the muddy lane in Suffolk.
"Basically he can't think outside the box because he IS the box."
Does this describe all men?  |
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Home is where...
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08:19am, 16/Dec/2008
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The Anchor, Walberswick. Birthday party with everyone I love MumDadLinzMilesJayBudRosieLooseJohnArchRose
I didn't see the sea, but the sea saw me.
I saw the oak trees and hedges, the skyline and the grey clouds, puddles and mud.
My body and mind live in Paris.
My heart lies under that oak tree on the farm in Suffolk. |
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