I lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling and listened to what seemed like an apology. Was it? My mind kept wandering with more questions I wanted to ask. He said that I fell silent. I said ‘I didn’t think I should butt in for once.” As it appeared he was trying to apologise. Well not sorry for what he had done I don’t think – but sorry for how it made me feel. Apparently he thought I was mad with him. But I had another million questions. There was no time. I went through this all once before. I have too many questions. And like VaVaValeria says: I think too much.
And it must be true. A man in a long coat said it to me today on the corner of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street outside the station there. What is it with that corner? It is skanky. Who are these kind of weird hustlers there now? Two weeks ago there was the man following me down the street. And today. The man. He said “Hello!!” as he walked past. Next thing I knew he had doubled back and was standing next to me at the traffic lights. He said “You look so serious. You think too much. Why are you thinking so hard?” Remember that show ‘Highway To Heaven?’ It was just like that, only it smelled of chip fat from that Greek place on the corner.
And so tonight on the phone, I tried hard not to think so hard. I tried to let the apology be whatever it could be. But I hung up the phone and by the time I reached the kitchen, I had a list of questions trailing after me that I just had to leave like leaves I guess on the pavement. And let them turn into nothing.
P.S. Laser therapy does hurt [but only really quickly] and it is fucking BANGING. My advice is get it done. Results after the first session.
P.S.S. Thank you. You know who you are. Have a nice time and see you for a Flat White soon.
Important things to note when watching the new Shop At Maison B advertorial movie of the Spring Summer 08 APC:
1] I don’t look like that while having sex, I promise. 2] Check out the china ‘Madame A Trois’ trios that the shop is now selling. Vintage t-sets [teacup, saucer and cake plate] in a gift box and a free gift card and a couple of other treats inside for I think about 29.95. I LOVE THEM.
I wasn’t going to go into town today but I got to the post office and I thought ‘I just can’t go home now. I just can’t go home.’ So I decided to go into Soho and do some shopping, hanging out and eating. I realised by my reflection that the unbrushed hair and a hoodie look wasn’t actually doing anything for me so I stopped off in Liberty, walked in the door and stopped at the Shuemura counter for some lipstick. An assistant carefully painted on my chosen shade, and I could feel a burning in the back of my neck. It turned out there was this pensioner woman totally captivated by the whole show. She even thanked me – she said ‘I have just been lucky enough to stand and watch the show. It was incredible. That colour really suits you. You look incredible.’ I mean LOL – Granny out for gash? Sorry Nan, I wasn’t interested. So I bought the colour and went off to Flat White on Berwick Street for a flattie and took one along for Pippa too. In the shop Pippa was showing me the ‘Madame A Trois’ tea sets on the lace tablecloth which I ogled over the coffee and some cardomen biscuits from Yauatcha [mint green coloured shortbreads - kind of sweet and kind of savoury. Only 3.50 and and almost as nice as rose macaroons from Ladurée] Then it was so cool cause Sarah Lee dropped by and I haven’t seen her for ages. Even though she will hate me for saying so, she had this spot on her chin that she was going on about, but she had done a great job of coverup that she looked as amazing as ever. I mean, it was hardly like the man with the thing in his neck [see a few posts below...] Sarah made me do some ridiculous posing with a shirt and I did some equally ridiculous things to her but shall not mention them here as I wish to retain some of my dignity.
More later cause I’m also gossiping in ICQ with my friend drx about a friend of his wife’s who is from Arizona USA who was shooting empty cans at the age of 8.