February 14th - February 20th 2005
Sunday Sorry
Saturday Moody finger
Friday Frock off
Thursday At the Cumberland Hotel
Wednesday Shirty
Tuesday Roasted lilacs
Monday Mumbai
Sunday 20th February 2005
Let me make sure I've got this right.
Tony (who can only apologise for things that were nothing to do with him) says he thinks that Ken (who surely has nothing to apologise for) should say sorry - but Boris (who was followed all round Liverpool saying sorry to anything that moved) says he shouldn't.
Is that right? (Ok. sorry I asked.)
Saturday 19th February 2005
Well, it amused us:
Moody finger infection adds to England's injury woes
Friday 18th February 2005
Despite my penchant for colourful clothing, I don't do drag. It's the same problem as I have with fancy dress: I don't want to do it unless I can do it really well...
Nonetheless, there are two photographs in existence of me wearing a frock, one of which is so not ever getting posted on here (I was told at the time I looked as if I should be driving an aid convoy in Bosnia).
This one you can have though: a very tattered souvenir of a school play:
Thursday 17th February 2005
In recounting his experience of the Cumberland Hotel, Mike tactfully omits to mention the conversation he struck up with my date at Marcus's marvellous party, in during which the mention of said hotel drew the immediate response: "Oh! That's where I first had sex with a man for money!"
Can I pick 'em, or can I pick em?
Wednesday 16th February 2005
Mister Gryk very enjoyed giving me a hard time over the shirt I wore to Marcus's marvellous party last week, playfully insisting I take it off and start looking like everybody else.
Leaving aside the question of whether I actually want to look like everybody else (and leaving even further aside the question of whether I could even if I wanted to), I have to say I really really miss colourful clothing.
In my day, somewhere between the wars, queens were known for their lively sartorial look: suede shoes! green ties! pink shirts! (sometimes all at once!).
I have bales of loud shirts lurking in my wardrobe, but what with the world and his boyfriend apparently having decided to restrict themselves to shades of drear and drab, few if any of these peacock pieces ever get a public outing these days, except on holiday - and at private parties.
I guess bright (well-designed, extrovert, cheerful) clothing will come back again one of these days - but I'll probably be dead by then.
(And don't even get me started on whatever happened to men's arses - where'd they go?!)
Tuesday 15th February 2005
"Muscular, full-bodied..impressive concentration..combining finesse and elegance with near-beefy depth..moving towards the serious side, a bit hard...almost like roasted lilacs" - a link to welcome David back from his Egyptian holiday.
Monday 14th February 2005
"Tell us where you sketched that sketch, Ian"
"Why, that would be a view of the Arabian Sea from the umpteenth floor of our hotel in Mumbai, January 1992, thank you for asking."
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